Dawn was just breaking through the bedroom curtains, but already Kay Brock was wide awake. She had been staring at the ceiling for what seemed like hours, watching the plaster patterns there become more and more distinct in the growing light.
She felt a rustle of movement beside her. Intuitively she realized that her husband was awake, too. There was something quite deliberate about the way his body suddenly rolled closer to hers.
"Mel? You awake?"
He said nothing, but his hand reached out and closed over the sensitive mound of her cunt. One finger began to slide inside her gash, searching out the hidden bud of her clitoris.
Horny as she was-they hadn't fucked in over a week-Kay rolled away from him, disguising her reluctance in an exaggerated reach for the alarm clock.
She stretched and started to sit up. "We've still got ten minutes, but I may as well get the coffee started. Got a lot of chores to do today."
She started to swing her legs over the edge of the bed, but her husband caught hold of her hips and held her firmly.
"Oh, no you don't, baby. Not so fast. I'm in the mood for a little exercise this morning. How about you, doll? You must be wanting it, too. Jeez, it's been weeks, hasn't it?"
"Eleven days to be exact," Kay answered, letting herself relax under her husband's grip, resigning herself to her fate.
Mel laughed a short dry laugh. "Keeping count, are you?" he asked, a little bitterly. "Loading up ammunition, I suppose, for the next time you want to tell me all about how crummy your sex life is."
Kay felt herself shiver. Already it was starting, the bad feelings that always seemed to surface when they fucked. Otherwise they got on well enough, but as lovers they just didn't gel. He felt she was robbing him of his manhood. She felt she was cheated of the richer, more romantic sex life she so desperately longed for.
She made a frantic effort to distract his attention, to restore the amorous feelings he'd obviously had earlier. Groping under the covers, she discovered the already half-erect shaft of his prick and grasped it tenderly in her hand, running her fingers up and down the throbbing length.
"Let's not fight, darling," she whispered in his ear, darting her tongue out to explore inside, blowing on the sensitive membranes. She knew how much Mel liked to have a woman blow in his ear.
"I want you to make love to me, Mel. I want you to fuck me. I need it so bad."
Her ploy seemed to have worked. Again her husband's hand was playing over the crinkly hairs of her pussy, his fingers parting the smooth moist cunt-flesh beneath. Abruptly one finger found the opening to her cunt and soared up inside, wriggling and exploring there, starting the hot flow of her pussy-juices.
"You want me to fuck you, do you, doll? Well, that's more like it. I was kind of thinking you might be ready for it this morning. You were tossing and turning like a she-cat all night. That's a sure sign of horniness in a woman."
Kay smiled indulgently to herself. Mel always prided himself on understanding all about women. "You can read 'em like a book," he'd always say to his pals. And, as a matter-of-fact, this time he was right.
Kay was incredibly horny. But all night she'd been having half-conscious dreams, not always fucking her own dear husband, but about meeting and being seduced by some romantic Latin lover. One who would take the time to open up all the facets of her sensuality. One who would help her realize the full potential of her passion, something her husband never bothered to get involved in.
But now, as her hand stroked steadily up and down the thick shaft of her husband's steadily growing prick, Kay forgot about last night's dreams and concentrated on the finger fucking in and out of her wet cunt.
It was feeling so good. His finger working around inside her clasping, ready pussy was exciting. All kinds of darting little lust tendrils soared through her quivering body. Mel had pushed her nightgown up around her neck now and was busily sucking on the full, firm mound of one upthrust tit.
"Oh, that's good, honey," she moaned huskily, her eyes closing, her head rocking gently from side to side on her pillow as she immersed herself in sensation-the sensation rising from her sensitive hardening hippie, shooting down to collide rousingly with the tremors escaping from her hotly responding cunt.
The excited wife began to rock her full naked hips up to meet the drumming assault of Mel's finger in her cunt. At the same time, she stroked his cock in tempo with his finger-fucking, enjoying the lewd realization that they were masturbating each other in rhythm, almost like dancers anxious to keep in step.
"Oh, Mel baby, I love the way you suck my tits." Now his mouth had deserted the first nipple, and was munching greedily on the other, covering the tender nub with an obscene sheen of saliva. "Ooohhh, do it like that. Yes, honey. It feels so yummy."
It was happening the way it always happened with Kay. She was losing herself totally in the wonderful game of lovemaking, her near-naked body hungrily absorbed in the tremulous excitement of pure lust. She could feel her whole being wonderfully alive, shaky, her nerve-endings dancing with eager stimulation.
"Aaaahh, yessss. Fuck me with your finger, Mel. My pussy is getting all wet, darling. It needs you so bad."
Mel was becoming incredibly excited himself by the uninhibited way in which his pretty wife was responding to his lovemaking. He could feel her whole shapely body quaking expectantly next to him, could feel the growing moisture in her cunt, and it made his throbbing cock grow rock-hard to know how much she wanted him. How ready she was to fuck.
He raised his head from her tits for a moment and watched her lovely face contorting in the building paroxysm of uncontrolled need. Though her eyes were closed, her mouth was twisting out the savage intensity of her desire.
"Mmmmm, yessss," she groaned, her hips gyrating wantonly up against his drumming finger. "Fuck, oh fuck, darling. I love your finger in my cunt, Mel honey. Do it some more. Make me feel good."
The normally rather mild-mannered Mel had always felt a little overawed by the raw force of his wife's sensuality. It was almost as though there was too much of it. He felt sometimes that fucking Kay was more like trying to tame a typhoon than losing himself in pleasure.
Today, though, he felt ready for her. He'd held off screwing for days, dreading another scene like the last time. But now he was full of urgent need, and so was she. He felt she would be satisfied today with his kind of love.
"Like that, baby?" he asked her, his voice hoarse with lust.
"Ohhhh, yesss, Mel. I love it. I love it."
"How about a little more then, sweetheart? How would you like me to fuck you with that big old cock you're playing with there?" He looked down excitedly at where her fingers were caressing the stiff shaft of his throbbing prick. "Would you like my fat old prick in your pussy, Kay honey?"
Just his words seemed to be driving the writhing woman to new heights of unabashed arousal, and she began to make little jerking motions up into the air with her hips, as though her cunt was looking for something more to fill its rapacious need.
"Oh Gawd, yesss!" she moaned, her words emerging from her mouth like a weird animal wail. She had abandoned her role of sweet gentle housewife. Now she was nothing more than a primitive mass of sensual needs, a cavewoman hungry for cock.
"Fuck me! Fuck me, Mel honey!" she almost yelled, her excitement obviously increasing as her husband took charge of his cock, poising himself over her and guiding the bulbous head to the waiting wet hole of her cunt.
She felt the dull urgent pressure of his cock-head against her pussy and a low grunt escaped her passion-parted lips.
"Aaaaahhh. Oh, Gawd! Gawd! Yesss, yessss, Mel! Fuck me, lover! Fuck me!" Impulsively she reached up around him and grasped his hips, helping to guide him into her, forcing his cock far up into her greedily clutching cunt.
"Mel, honey, your cock's in me!" she moaned in pagan ecstasy, her eyes wide open now, but unseeing as she reveled in the thick filling sensation of having her pussy filled with hard cock.
"Oooohh, ooooohh. Uhh." Now his stiff prick was buried in her cunt all the way, and she closed her eyes for just a moment and flicked her tongue across her lips. "It's beautiful. It feels so beautiful, baby. I love your big cock, Mel darling."
His whole being swelling with pride and with the pure electric excitement of fucking a woman who was not only willing but wildly enthusiastic, Mel began to slowly pull his prick from its tight resting place far up in his wife's cunt. Then, when only the very tip was still buried in her moist cuntal depths, he stroked back up into her hole, enjoying the wide-eyed arousal on her face.
As the urgency of his need became more and more intense, Mel began to establish a steadily increasing fuck-rhythm up into his wife's cunt, until he was stroking into her hole with all his might. His brain reeled with the erotic stimulation of her clutching wet cunt caressing every inch of his rigid cock, and he could feel the awesome pressure building, building in his balls.
"Kay, your pussy's like honey! Gawd, my prick's feeling so damned good. Jee-zuz, what a cunt! Uuuuhhh!" He became totally absorbed in the sheer effort of his fuck-rhythm, concentrating totally on the pleasure tingling in his cock and balls.
Writhing wantonly beneath her excited husband, Kay could feel her passion-tensed body climbing steadily higher, toward a dimly perceived pinnacle of burgeoning lust. Maybe today would be the day she'd achieve orgasm while her husband was fucking her. Not that it had never happened before. It had. A couple of times.
But today she was so intensely excited that she firmly believed she could do it. Her tits and pussy seemed swollen with the heavy burden of their palpitating arousal. Her cunt was afire with the dancing darts of soaring lust. Yes, it was there, somewhere deep inside. Her orgasm was fighting to break free, to send rushing waves of pleasure swooping throughout her whole expectant being.
Again she closed her eyes and concentrated on her struggle, feeling his thick hard cock stroking smoothly, steadily into her dilating cunt.
"Jee-zuz, Kay baby! You're doing it to me, doll! I'm shooting my wad into you! Open up, here I commmmeeee!"
Even as her husband writhed out the overwhelming force of his climax, Kay felt her whole body tighten and shrivel with disappointment. Almost instantaneously the soaring pangs of passion were gone and in their place-nothing. A deadness.
It was like someone had just turned out the lights in her soul.
When Mel had finally worked out the last shudders of his release, he rolled over onto his back and was silent. He knew that somehow he had failed her again. She hadn't reached orgasm, and he had.
And now, he knew, she was thinking he was a Number One Shit for not having waited for her. Time and again, she had told him she needed more foreplay. She needed to have things stretched out longer, so she could build up to her release. But, hell, what was he supposed to do? Was it his fault she had a delayed-reaction cunt?
Feeling a painful mixture of guilt and anger and confusion, he flung the covers aside and got out of bed. He grabbed a clean towel from the hall closet and stomped into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
For several minutes, Kay lay motionless on the bed, her brain echoing with the pain of words left unsaid.
This was why she had instinctively tried to avoid a fuck this morning. How many times had she lain here like this, feeling this painful emptiness? Emptiness of body, of soul, of mind.
Why couldn't he wait for me, just once? her brain screamed, but there was no sound, no tear to betray her anguish. It's been such a long time since he cared enough to make me come.
Slowly she dragged herself from the bed and grabbed an old worn dressing gown of Mel's, tying it tightly around her, covering as much of her voluptuous body as she could. She wanted to forget it, forget she had a body. Forget she had these aching needs that went unfulfilled, time and time again. As she went down the stairs to the main floor, she could feel her swollen pussy-lips grazing tauntingly against each other, but the feeling was not one of pleasure. It was more an aching reminder. A tease. An I-told-you-so.
In the kitchen, she made more noise than was really necessary, clattering pots and pans in her search for the big iron frypan, turning the water on full-blast to fill up the coffee percolator. The noise soothed her somehow, helped release some of the tension she felt.
Breakfast was ready when Mel finally entered the kitchen, looking handsome in a clean gold-colored sports shirt and slightly faded dungarees. Kay felt a little ache deep inside as she recalled for just an instant how much she had loved him when they married, almost four years ago. Now she wasn't sure what she felt, other than sorry for both of them.
At the moment she envied Mel his job. He could go out and concentrate on seeing that the right boxes got loaded in the right trucks all day-he could forget the mess here at home.
On the other hand, Kay realized that she would probably brood about this morning's failure all day long. Already she could feel the lethargy of defeat seeping into her bones.
"I'm not going to have time for breakfast this morning, Kay. We got a foreman's meeting, and I'm practically late already." He took a couple of quick gulps of the coffee she had set out for him and reached for his jacket that hung on a peg by the back door.
Kay's jaw dropped open. This was the last straw.
"I don't suppose you could have mentioned that a little earlier," she said through clenched teeth.
"Sorry. It kind of slipped my mind, what with everything else this morning." His voice sounded bitter, and his eyes refused to meet hers.
"Jesus, that's some excuse." Kay knew her voice was too shrill, but she couldn't keep rein on herself any longer. "At least you got your rocks off this morning. What about me? If a good memory depended on a good sex life, I wouldn't be able to remember my own name."
"Goddamn you, bitch!" he snarled in a voice that just managed to retain self-control. He was afraid to loose the full fury of his rage. Afraid of what he might do. "No wonder I can't keep it in you very long. Who wants to fuck a nagging whiner like you anyway?"
"You bastard!" she screamed. The tears were flowing hot and heavy down her cheeks now.
"Don't worry that I'm keeping all the pleasure to myself either, bitch," he threw back at her as he stood in the open doorway, one hand on the knob. ' T can get just as much fun out of a thick slab of liver. And the liver don't give me a goddamned pain in the ass!"
He had just closed the kitchen door behind him when a plate of eggs, bacon and hash browns came hurtling through the air, crashed and splattered over the pale yellow surface.
Kay stared dumbfounded at her handiwork. She'd never done anything so violent before. For a moment she felt pleased with herself, glad she'd been able to vent some of her rage.
But then the gnawing pain came back and she collapsed into a kitchen chair. She buried her head in her arms and wept.
CHAPTER TWO
Tom Benson was wandering around his living room, naked, looking for a cigarette. He had been awake for less than five minutes, and he was feeling groggy and a little irritable, the way he always felt first thing in the morning.
"Where the hell are my goddamned cigarettes?" he boomed back into the bedroom where his wife was still in bed and asleep. One of the things that irritated him most was having somebody else sleeping while he was awake and suffering.
"Wha ... what's the matter?" a scarcely coherent female voice answered from the adjoining bedroom.
"I said 'Where are my cigarettes?' I know I bought a new pack yesterday. They can't all be gone already." The big man scattered magazines, newspapers and odds and ends of scrap paper to left and right as he doggedly continued his search.
"Why don't you try the usual place ... the top drawer in the desk." His wife sounded more alert now.
Tom followed her suggestion and returned triumphant to the bedroom, a lighted hundred-twenty millimeter between his lips.
"Was I right?" His wife Sylvia was sitting up in bed now, her back propped against her pillow, her long red hair flowing long and lustrous down either side of her face.
"Just like always," he told her as he landed heavily on the bed and stretched out beside her on top of the covers. He turned his head around and surveyed her critically as he took a long drag on his cigarette.
She'd let the blankets fall down to her waist and her naked tits stood out firm and proud. She was obviously aware of his eyes on their milky-white smoothness, and she thrust her chest out a little more, giving him a sultry grin when his eyes met hers.
He reached out and gave one of her pink nipples a playful tweak.
"Goddamn!" he exclaimed. "I keep forgetting what a beautiful wife I've got. That's a fine set of tits you've got there, Mrs. Benson."
"Thank you, Mr. Benson," she replied in her low seductive voice. She and Tom had met on the telephone. It was her voice that had gotten him. He figured any woman with a voice like that had to be a sexy knockout, and he had been right. Their five-year marriage had been one long orgy.
He tweaked harder on her tender little nipple and grinned as he watched her lovely pale face writhe in an ecstatic grimace.
"Like that, beautiful?" he asked her. He was aware of his cock beginning to lurch into life as he fondled the firm, lust-inciting swells of his mate's tits. Even after all this time, he couldn't get over how smooth they were, or how easily they could be aroused to a hard, tingly excitement.
"I love it," she groaned. "God, Tom. You can turn me on quicker and better than any man I know."
"That's quite a compliment, considering all the men you know," her husband kidded her. "I think at that last party you must have fucked at least four guys."
"Six," she corrected him. He noticed her eyes were clouding with lust as she stared longingly over at the half-erect shaft of his cock. "Oooohh, Tom darling, it's getting hard already. Does it want me to make it feel good, sweetie? Oh, I love your beautiful sweet prick. I want to taste it. Can I?"
She looked at him with her wide green, Irish-girl eyes. A sexy look. Already her lower lip was trembling with the intensity of her desire.
Tom patted the tip of his cock lovingly and then lay back in total surrender, his arms at his sides.
"Take me. I'm yours, baby."
His voluptuous wife lost little time in positioning herself between his legs, her face bent to within a scant inch of his twitching cock. She gripped the base firmly with her hand and extended her tongue with the eager anticipation of a child "about to enjoy her favorite flavor-of-the-month.
"Ahh, jeez," Tom moaned as just the very tip of her tongue prodded against the slit in the end of his prick. Lewdly, she investigated the tiny orifice, washing it clean with longer, greedier swipes of her tongue, lapping up any drops of semen that might have been hovering there from the first glow of his excitement.
Then her attentions became bolder and her tongue made broader and broader circles around the steadily inflating knob, coating it with an obscene lacquer-coat of her saliva.
Teeth clenched against the raw force of his arousal, the big man looked down to watch her full sensuous lips gradually close in on his throbbing cock-head. When she had the whole head slick, her lips closed over it and began to nibble with a greedy little quivering movement of her mouth that almost drove him insane with desire.
"God, you really know how to suck cock, baby," he told her, his eyes wide as he watched his pulsing prick grow before his very eyes under the incredible stimulus of her talented mouth.
"That's because I just love to have a nice thick prick in my mouth, lover. You men will never understand how good it feels to suck a nice, smooth, solid cock."
As soon as she'd spoken, her mouth returned to his upthrust cock-shaft, and now she lowered her mouth all the way down on his erect dick, enclosing its entire swollen length in the smooth buttery confines of her throat. She began a lewd bobbing motion of her head, raising and lowering it steadily over his glistening cock, dealing moist tantalizing pleasure to every inch of it.
"Jesus, that's it, baby. Christ, my prick feels like it's being dipped in a vat of honey." Tom had raised himself on his elbows now, so he could more easily watch the whole show of her full pink lips working their obscene way up and down his intensely excited cock.
"Mmm, what a mouth! What a mouth!" As he watched her rhythmic movements over his stiff prick he unconsciously began to thrust his hips up a little to meet her lips on their downstroke. The erotic liquid sensation was so intense that he found himself moving his hips more and more rapidly, urging her to take all of his cock faster and deeper into her throat.
"Hhhhhh," Sylvia moaned around the steadily sawing cock in her mouth. Dutifully she opened her mouth wider, bobbed her head more energetically to meet the increased tempo of her husband's answering upstrokes.
"Oh, Jesus, baby, I love fucking that sweet mouth of yours. It's so soft and slippery and ... UUGGghhh!" His words faded off as her tongue made another unbelievable dart and swipe around the sensitive head of his cock. His prick felt solid as steel now, so awesome was the internal pressure that swelled its girth to full erect size.
As he watched her lewdly ovaled lips, a new obscene idea occurred to Tom.
"Hey, baby, let me see you play with yourself while you suck me. Your little twat must be oozing wet by now. Come on, move around a bit so I can watch you."
He reached out and tugged on her shoulders, so his wife had no choice but to shift her position. She was now kneeling at her husband's side, her full profile easily visible to him.
The idea of having her husband watch her play with her snatch inspired new lustful fires in Sylvia. Timidly, she reached down and stroked the slick tip of her clitoris with a finger. At once the nubbin responded by swelling a little.
"MMMmmm, feels good," she mumbled around Tom's cock. "You get the best ideas, Tom darling. My little clit was just crying for attention."
The excited husband surveyed the lush profile of his kneeling wife's naked body, first watching her mouth work up and down his prick, then watching her finger prod up between her shapely thighs. It aroused him intensely to see her hips beginning to churn salaciously in response to her own manipulations along the moist, hairy slit of her cunt.
"God, that's a dynamite little twat you've got there, baby. Everything seems to turn it on."
He watched her finger swirl round and round the peak of her clitoris, then probe farther back up between the red-haired flanges of her pussy. Obviously she was searching out the yielding hole to her ripe ready cunt.
"Aaaahh," she moaned around his sawing prick. At last she had embedded a finger the first little way up in her wet cunt, and the clutching walls welcomed the intrusion by releasing even more of her copious juices. "Feels wonderful. So good. My cunt's so hot, Tom honey."
"When's your cunt not hot, Sylvia? Always ready for it, that's my darling wife. Lucky for me I've got a few dozen assistants willing to help me out at a moment's notice."
"I still like yours best, darling. I love the way your thick prick reaches all the way to the back of my throat ... fills me up. Mmmm."
Though he was able to kid with his wife, Tom hadn't lost any of the intense sensations being dealt his cock by her talented mouth. Still his hips continued to work their way up and down under her wide-ovaled mouth, sending his aching cock soaring into her eager throat with maddening regularity.
"Keep it up, doll. Feels damned good."
Sylvia's finger was skewering with heated enthusiasm now in and out of her flaring cunt while her butt churned wantonly in lascivious appreciation of her own expert manipulations. She could feel the darting tremors of uncontrollable passion growing stronger in her belly.
She wanted to be fucked. She needed to be fucked-badly.
"Tom darling," she mewled, "my pussy's so wet and excited. It wants to be fucked, honey."
"So you want to be fucked, eh, doll?" her husband taunted her. He was enjoying watching his wife become more and more turned on by sucking his cock and playing with her own pussy. He wanted it to continue, and he knew just how that could be managed.
"I've got one hell of an idea, baby. Why don't we let Jet have his turn this time around?"
His wife's face lit up with joy as she looked at him around the bulbous head of his prick.
"Oh yes, darling! Make Jet fuck me. He's such a beautiful lover. And that way I can keep on sucking your big old cock, too."
"Here, Jet! Get on in here, boy!" Tom called. Almost at once his summons was answered by a large black German shepherd who came bounding in from the living room....
CHAPTER THREE
"That's a good boy. Good boy," Tom soothed the dog as he jumped up on the bed and began licking his master's face. "Okay, fella, enough's enough. Time for you to get down to some serious business here. It's your pretty mistress there who really wants to see you."
The excited man nudged the dog gently in Sylvia's direction, encouraging him to investigate the kneeling women's seeping cunt.
Once the dog caught the scent of a female in heat he needed no further encouragement, and he prodded his nose inquisitively up between the redhead's avidly churning ass-cheeks.
"Oh, God!" Sylvia wailed. "His nose is so cold, Tom! Ooh, feels so good on my asshole, darling!"
The big man could feel a lurch of excitement in his prick at his wife's perversely arousing words. He loved to watch her turn on to their specially trained dog. It had been one of his long-time fantasies to see a woman get screwed by an animal, and even now, though he'd watched Sylvia get fucked by Jet many times, it was still intensely titillating to him.
Sylvia moaned throatily and nearly fell forward over her husband's loins as she felt that cold, moist nose prod excitingly against her rubbery cunt-hole. Her reaction to both cold and pressure was immediate, and without thinking she began to thrust her ass back, searching out more of the delicious, though unnatural sensation.
"Oh, I wish he could fuck me with that nice cold nose of his. It feels so incredibly good on my pussy."
Tom could see that his wife's excitement was increasing by the way her head bobbed more abandonedly over his upthrust prick, and he waited expectantly for the next shock to her senses that would mean more liquid pleasure for his cock.
That shock came almost at once in the form of the animal's tongue lapping all the way up from the kneeling woman's clitoris to the puckered little hole of her ass.
"Oh Tom, ooohhh darling! I don't know how much more of this I can stand! Make him fuck me, darling. Please make him fuck me! My pussy's all ready for him."
Tom felt a sadistic tingle at the idea of making his wife wait just a little longer, and he made no reply to her urgent request. Instead he watched in rapt fascination as the dog's big head burrowed up between Sylvia's thighs and his long red tongue darted out to lap once again up over the tremulous slit of her cunt.
"Aaarrrrgghhh! It's killlling meeee!" the redhead groaned in feverish frustration as her buttocks thrust eagerly back, as though to try to trap the dog's tongue between them, to make him fuck her with that. "I want something inside me, Tom darling! Pleeeease make him fuck me!"
In a perverse way, Sylvia was enjoying her agonized suffering. Long ago she had discovered that anticipation was at least half the fun, and she knew that the longer she had to wait for that wonderful hard dog-cock, the better it would feel. But still the heated longing in her belly was almost unbearable, and she sucked like a woman demented on her husband's ramrod prick, waiting for that lovely moment when her husband would give the dog his command to mount her.
Tom was beginning to feel like a bit of a heel for prolonging his wife's agony. After all, she was certainly doing wonderful things for his swollen cock-shaft. The least he could do was see that she got her jollies, too.
Balancing his upper body against one elbow, he reached over and patted Sylvia's fine shapely ass.
"Come on, Jet! Up, boy, up!" he bellowed. As though the dog were a puppet on a string, he immediately responded to the command, abandoning his nosy prodding at the female's crotch and mounting up behind her. His dark furry legs made an obscene contrast to the alabaster smoothness of her flesh where they straddled her full firm hips.
Sylvia's whole body quivered expectantly as she realized she was now on the obscene brink of getting exactly what she'd been waiting for. The dog was in fucking position now. All that remained was for him to get that hard slick dog-cock of his safely buried in her aching cunt.
Her husband watched in fascination as the protruding shaft of the dog's tapered red prick bobbed lewdly between his wife's thighs while the dog struggled to find her cunt-hole. The animal's hips humped feverishly against her wriggling butt, never slowing, never expressing any doubt that he would at last penetrate his expectant quarry.
Thought her attention was nervously focused on the struggle going on behind her, Sylvia automatically continued sucking the turgid human-prick before her. Ones or twice she felt the animal's cock catch on the edge of her twat, and she moaned in feverish expectancy each time. But each time the hard rod slipped away from her pussy's eager grasp and she trembled anew with frustration.
At last she turned her head to the side and gazed pleadingly at her husband. "Please help him, Tom," she asked in a passion-weakened voice. "I don't know how much longer I can put up with this torture. I've got to have his cock inside me. Please."
"You know old Jet always comes through sooner or later, baby," her husband answered coldly, his eyes afire with lust as he watched the red dog-cock slipping and sliding in the crack of her ass. "Just be patient, baby. Be patient."
"That's easy for you to say." Sylvia felt she was almost on the verge of tears now. She thought of reaching back and grabbing Jet's prick herself, but she felt she daren't abandon her first duty to her husband's pulsing cock in her mouth. So, despite her mounting agony of need, she continued to dip her tongue into the little slit in the knob, whirl it around the swelling cock-head, suck until her jaws started to ache-while her cunt continued to beg for Jet's big dog-prick.
Just at the final moment, when Sylvia was beginning to think she would have to take matters in her own hands, she felt the wonderful hard pressure against her yielding cunt-mouth give way to a stiff thick presence up between her clutching pussy-walls.
"Oh, oooohhhh! Oh, my God, he's found it! Oh, Tom darling, his lovely big prick is inside meee!"
Overcome with her own delighted excitement, she braced herself against the first slight pain and shoved her ass-cheeks back in open invitation to the animal's unyielding thrust. Up, Up, up into her greedy cunt she felt his erect smooth prick soar, and her whole body seemed to cry with the agonizing sweetness of this first fulfillment.
There was no pleasure like feeling a hard swollen cock filling and expanding her where there had been nothing before.
Without pausing in the forward thrust of this initial impalement, the dog rammed his prick all the way against the end of her cunt-passage and then withdrew almost all the way. Then again, he was shoving his burgeoning cock up into her hole, then pulling back. The establishment of a swift, exciting fuck-rhythm came almost at once, and Sylvia wasted no time in picking up the tempo.
Soon her ass-cheeks were churning back against the animal's hairy loins as though her life depended on the feverish vigor of her response.
And in a sense Sylvia felt that it did. The darting pangs of lust soaring throughout her kneeling naked body were so intense that she felt a crying need to work out the titillating sensation, to free herself of some of the awesome burden of pleasure.
"Oh, my God, my God!" she wailed, her voice shaky from the hard pummeling the dog was giving her from behind. "My pussy feels so good, darlings! Soooo good!"
To remind her of a job unfinished, Tom rammed his momentarily abandoned cock up hard against her lips, forcing her to open wide and let his tool enter her throat again. She made no protest. In fact, she seemed only too happy to have the stiff shaft sawing between her lips again, fulfilling the urgent oral need to suck and slaver while she was fucked so hard and deep and well from behind.
Tom drank in the lewd sight of his lovely red-headed wife kneeling submissively over his throbbing cock, sucking it to ever-increasing hardness while a dog's prick reamed her relentlessly from behind. He felt her long soft hair grazing his belly and thighs while her head bobbed obscenely up and down over his cock, and even this slight subtle sensation added another titillating ingredient to the rising force of his excitement.
"God, doll, your mouth gets to feel better on my prick the more you suck it. I feel like I could fuck your mouth forever, Sylvia. Jeez!" His words had obviously excited her, for she made an extra-tantalizing swipe at his swollen cock-head with her tongue-tip, making him grit his teeth once again to steel himself against the almost uncontrollable strength of his own passion.
"I love your cock, lover. I love Jet's lovely big prick, too. My pussy is so wet and excited, baby. You should feel that wonderful thing going back and forth...."
"You should see his red prick shooting in and out of your little twat, Sylvia. God, it's so damned perverted." His voice faded off in a distorted grunt of lust as the realization struck of just how excitingly perverse their unnatural threesome was.
Here they were, husband and wife enjoying an early-morning screw on a typical day in a typical week in a typical clean neat suburb. Only the wife was enjoying getting fucked from behind by her pet German shepherd, while he, her husband, was getting his kicks from watching while she sucked his prick. It was the perversity of what they were doing that turned him on the most.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Suck it, bitch, suck it!" Tom ordered his wife excitedly, the fury of his arousal making his words come out hard and ruthless. "God, look at that animal fuck you. You must have a cast-iron twat, baby, on top of everything else."
"Oh, it feels so good, Tommy. I don't know how much longer I can go on without exploding. My pussy's on fire. Oh, God, it feels wonnnderful!"
Husband and wife were both totally engrossed now in the growing excitement of their mutual fantasy. Each entertained lewd visions of how debaunched their erotic behavior was, and each felt the burning fires of lust growing hotter and hotter in their groins as the real intensity of their sensual involvement grew.
The hard-driving fuck-rhythm that Jet had established in Sylvia's receptive cunt was causing more and more intense sparks of lust to ricochet throughout her naked squirming body. Her own building fever caused her to suck Tom's cock more abandonedly, which in turn gave him a secondhand version of how his wife was feeling. The hotter she felt, the hotter she made him feel.
"Ohhh, Jeez, honey, you're doing it to me. I don't think I ... God, I'm coming! Ah, shit! Suck it, suck it, suck it!" Tom's words escaped his lips fast and furious as he ground his hips energetically up towards Sylvia's face, forcing her to gulp down the entire load of his thick shooting sperm. It was only when the last orgasmic spasm had left him that his ass rested quietly down against the mattress.
Before his climax was done, though, Sylvia, too, began to jerk out her own release. To be swallowing her husband's welling sperm while the German shepherd continued to screw her ruthlessly was all she needed to put her over the final rawedged brink.
"Me, too, Tom darling! Oh, oooohhh, oh I'm dying! It's so good, so good! COOOMMIIINNGGG!!"
Wave after wave of roiling passion swept over the slavishly kneeling redhead even as she continued to lick up the last salty-tasting drops of her husband's hot jism. The most exciting touch of all was that, while she thrust her ass hungrily back against the dog's loins to work out her excitement, Jet's cock swelled and shot up into her. She could feel the thick dog-jizz slipping from her cunt and rolling obscenely down her legs as the animal fucked his load into her insatiable cunt.
"Jet's coming, too, Tom darling! He's filling me with his wonderful sperm! Oh, my beautiful, beautiful lovers!"
Content in the knowledge that she now had the juices of both lovers' climaxes safely in her belly, Sylvia collapsed forward on her husband's stomach and lay perfectly still for several moments.
Suddenly she was knocked roughly aside as her husband sprang from the bed and headed towards the bathroom.
"Christ!" he exploded. "Almost eight-thirty, and I've got a sales meeting at nine!" He left the bathroom door open and turned the shower on full blast.
"How about getting your favorite man some coffee, baby?" he shouted over the hissing roar of the water.
"He's in Cleveland this week," she teased him. "But I'd be glad to get you some, Tom honey."
"Watch yourself, woman, or I'll come out there sopping wet and spank your little ass for you."
"Ooohh, sounds like fun," Sylvia trilled. "But then you'd never get to that dumb sales meeting of yours."
Humming happily to herself, Sylvia went into the kitchen still naked, the dog following faithfully at her heels.
"Poor Jet," she cooed, patting the animal's big head. "I bet you're starving. You know what? After that nice thing you did for your mama this morning, I'm going to give you your favorite thing. There. Steak. Now don't say I'm not good to my baby."
The dog eagerly attacked the meat in the dog dish, all his attention devoted to his meal. Once again, Jet was just a dog, like any dog. When he was finished, Sylvia opened the back door for him.
"Now, go play, lover. Have a good day, and don't bring home any stray ladies. You know how jealous I get." She hugged the animal, then let him out into the back yard.
When Tom entered the kitchen, looking very business-like in a somber charcoal suit, Sylvia had coffee and hot buttered muffins waiting for him.
"Honey, you're a gem," he complimented his attractive wife, pecking her on the cheek before digging into the muffins. "I'll get myself a good solid breakfast after the meeting."
"You do that. I wouldn't want my favorite darling to go hungry. Give me a real kiss now, before you go."
For long moments their mouths melted together, their tongues dueling in an abandoned, passionate oral embrace.
"Hot damn!" Tom exclaimed when they were done. "Have I got myself a sexy wife."
"Yes you have," Sylvia mocked him in a sing-song voice, her green eyes staring at him boldly, challengingly.
"Now cut that out, or I'll have to rape you right here on the floor, and meeting be damned."
"Now what would you say if I told you that was exactly what I had in mind?"
"I'd say you should clean up your act. Now don't you want your husband to be the world's foremost insurance salesman? That means being at work on time."
"Oh, pooh." She sulked, then smiled pertly. It was all only a game she loved to play.
"You have a good day now, beautiful."
"I will. Kay Brock said she'd come by for a visit this afternoon. That should be nice. Poor Kay. I think she's horribly unhappy, but it's hard to get her to talk about herself."
"Tell me all about it tonight, honey. Got to run. See you later."
"Bye, darling."
Sylvia sang "Oh my darling Clementine" in a loud clear voice as she tied an apron primly around her naked waist and mixed soap and water in the sink for last night's dinner dishes.
CHAPTER FIVE
Kay had wept for almost an hour after Mel left, and her face was still red and puffy. It was only a few minutes ago that she'd summoned up the energy to come out into the garden and immerse herself in taking care of her beloved plants.
This was the very best part of having her own house, Kay thought. Being able to have a garden. She'd never had a pet in her life, but she'd always got equal pleasure from her quiet loving relationship with her roses, begonias and hydrangea. In fact, one reason she had never owned a dog was that she hated the way dogs tended to walk all over people's gardens.
The high picket fence around her garden was to keep just such pests safely out.
The attractive young housewife worked for almost two hours non-stop, weeding, pruning and transplanting until, with the sun almost directly overhead, she realized she was tired and sweaty. For early June, it was a remarkably hot day.
Time to treat myself to a nice cold lemonade and a little doze in the sun, she decided. She went into the house and re-emerged moments later with a book, a blanket and a glass.
She spread the blanket on the grass and, grateful for the freedom allowed by the tall fence that completely enclosed her little garden, she stripped off her shirt and jeans and stretched out on her belly in panties and bra. She had pulled her long blonde hair back in a ponytail and she swept this up over her head to allow her neck to enjoy the soothing warmth of the noontime sun.
"Mmmm, feels wonderful," she murmured aloud. Propping the book up in front of her, she managed to read for several minutes, pausing for long refreshing sips of the lemonade. Then, succumbing to the lulling relaxation of the heat and the quiet, she closed her eyes and dozed.
Kay had no idea how long she was asleep, but the next thing she was aware of was a cold shocking senstion high on the inside of one thigh, near the cleft of her panty-protected buttocks.
The young blonde rolled over abruptly and sat up.
"Jet, it's you." She breathed a sigh of relief as she recognized the Bensons' big German shepherd. "How in the world did you get in here? Didn't I close that latch properly?" She got up and went over to the gate. Sure enough, it was slightly ajar. No mystery then how the dog had managed to invade her inner sanctum.
She was tempted to order the animal out at once, but he looked so appealing standing there wagging his tail at her that she relented. She fastened the latch and headed back to her blanket.
"Okay, you can stay and visit for a while if you want. But if I see you so much as sniffing at a rose, out you go."
She stretched out on her belly as before, with the book propped up in front of her, and tried to read. But she found she was totally unable to concentrate, for her treacherous mind kept harking back to that strange cold sensation of the dog's nose on the sensitive inner flesh of her thigh.
Despite herself, she kept wondering if he might do it again-prod his icy-cold nose against the soft curve where her thigh met her buttocks.
Her speculation was answered almost at once by a repeat of that cold shock, only this time a bit farther up between her thighs, just beneath the hem of her flimsy panties.
"Oh, Gawd," she moaned automatically, her ass cringing forward a little in spontaneous response to the shock, but then relaxing back as though to invite more of the obscene titillation.
She looked back over her shoulder and felt a strange tremor of desire as she watched the dog's muzzle probe lewdly along the sensitized slit between her ass-cheeks. She knew that she wanted more of the exciting stimulation, and the knowledge of how perverse her desire was only heightened her building lust.
"Oh, yesss, it makes me feel so goood," she whispered excitedly as his cold wet nose ran down from the round swell of her ass, between her tremulous thighs and back up again. Without thinking about what she was doing, she parted her legs a little, giving the big animal better access.
Though her panties covered her pussy-furrow, the dog was obviously attracted by the musky odor of a female in heat, for he began to prod his nose more insistently into the split between her buttocks, forcing the material of her panties aside so he could nuzzle her bare flesh.
"Hmmmhhh, oooohhh, wonderful," Kay sighed. Despite the perversity of letting a dog sniff at her ass and pussy-slit, the frustrated housewife found herself becoming increasingly aroused by the animal's cold moist attentions. The delicious feeling of his nose on her naked flesh was the most erotic experience she had had in a long time, and she wanted it to continue.
Barely aware of the actions of her own hands, she reached down and grasped the hem of her panties. She worked them down over the ripe curves of her ass, then wriggled them down her thighs. With a little more effort, they were hanging useless around one ankle. Then she spread her thighs obscenely wide and reveled in the anticipation of the next tantalizing touch of the dog's nose.
The big German shepherd didn't let her down.
"Oh, oooohhhh! Oh, my Gawd, it's so beauuutiful!" Her voice rose to a thin wail as the animal burrowed his nose unhindered between the ripe moons of her buttocks. The taunting feel of his nose against her tiny puckered asshole was exquisite torture, and she wriggled her hips excitedly as the animal nudged her sensitive shitter again and again.
"Oh, Jet darling, I never would have guessed how wonderful it could feel. You're making my ass feel so good, you big beautiful brute, you. Oooohhh, your nose is sooo nice and cold!"
Becoming more involved now in his probings between the human female's thighs, the big dog shoved his nose farther down until it discovered the quickly moistening entrance to her cunt. He pushed his muzzle against her pussy-hole a couple of times.
"Uh, oooohhh. Fuck me with your nose. That's the way, boy. Oh, Gawd, you're making me so wet and excited!"
Kay could feel her sensitive cunt yielding moistly before the inquisitive nudge of the dog's nose, but she was totally unprepared for what came next.
"Ai-i-i-i-i! Mmmmm!" She started, to make lewd little circling motions with her butt in uninhibited response to the dog's long wet tongue licking along her tremulous pussy-slit.
"Oh, lick my pussy, that's the way, Jet boy! Kay hasn't felt this wonderful in just ages, darling!"
Her eyes were closed, her whole consciousness was centered on the tingling wet sensations emanating from her cunt as the dog ran his tongue all the way up from her clitoris to her asshole.
His liquid attentions on her sensitive clitoris were causing the little nubbin to swell and throb with erotic fever in response to each and every swipe of that long spongy tongue. The experience was unlike anything Kay had ever known before. The texture of the brute's tongue was ideally suited to drawing darting pangs of arousal from every nerve-ending in her long-frustrated cunt.
Wanting to do everything she could to make his task easier, Kay raised her butt a little into the air, swaying it lewdly in the animal's face, encouraging him to lick longer and deeper along her throbbing pussy-slit.
CHAPTER SIX
Jet obliged easily, lapping hungrily at Kay's obscenely proffered cunt-furrow, driving her clitoris to greater erection, summoning gushes of juice from the depths of her cunt. He didn't seem to have any trouble keeping up with the wild gyrations of the blonde beauty's ass. Wherever she moved it, he followed, his long pink tongue never hesitating in its salacious labors.
Kay could feel the uncontrollable lust-fires burning hotly in the depths of her churning belly. She was enjoying an intense bout of uninhibited sensuality, the kind of experience, she realized, she had been dreaming of for a long time. How perverse it was that it should be a dog giving her such unbelievable pleasure!
But if that was what it took to make her experience the full force of her own eroticism, then so be it.
She was even willing to get her cunt licked by a dog if it would bring her to orgasm.
And Kay had little doubt that, sooner or later, that would be the end result of this wildly rousing sexual experience. Her whole being was shaking with the passionate energy of her response to the animal's tireless cunt-licking.
"Ahh, make my pussy feel good! That's the way, darling! Uuuhh, Gawd. Lick my cunt for me, Jet! You're a wonderful dog, you really are."
The blonde's excitement was increased by the lewd vision she was entertaining in her mind's eye of herself lying nearly naked, while a dog licked her cunt to soaring wet arousal.
She would never have imagined in a hundred years that a quiet, respectable housewife like her would ever let herself get involved in such wanton behavior.
I guess this is what happens if you get horny enough, she thought grimly, but her fleeting bitterness toward her husband vanished in a new wash of fiery sensation lapping over her exposed pussy.
"That's the way, Jet! Oh, yesss! Mmmm, I want more and more and more of your beautiful thick tongue, lover!"
Intrigued now by the lewd prospect of watching the animal do his salacious work up between her thighs, Kay decided to change her position. She rolled quickly over onto her back and again spread her legs, inviting the dog to resume his perverse cunt-lapping.
"Come on, Jet darling," she moaned lustily. "I didn't mean for you to stop, darling. I just want to watch you lick me, that's all."
Encouraged by the woman's tone of voice, the dog again walked in between her parted legs and took a hungry swipe at the pink flesh scarcely concealed by her blonde thatch of pussy hair.
Kay was resting her upper torso back against her elbows, half sitting up so she could watch the lurid goings-on between her own thighs. Her wide blue eyes clouded with lust at she watched the animal's big dark head try to bury itself between her milky-white legs. His long pink tongue looked obscene to the inexperienced housewife as it parted the blonde-fringed slit of her pussy and made a long tongue-swipe up between her sensitive fleshy cunt-flanges. As the rough surface grazed over the erect knob of her clitoris, her eyes closed in momentary rapture, then opened again in eager anticipation of the next movement in the perverse spectacle taking place in her own quiet little garden.
"Jet, you're making Kay's clit feel so good, baby! It's all hard and excited, just because of you. Ooohh, I can feel the tingles all the way from my head to my toes! AAARRgghhh!"
Jet made another enthusiastic pass over the slick little nubbin and Kay felt that she would faint from the intense excitement that shot through her whole quaking, near-naked body with that one motion.
Fascinated by the visual evidence of her own perversion, the frustrated wife began to jerk her cunt up towards the animal's muzzle, giving him easier access to her seething wet gash. It was all feeling so wonderful, she wished that somehow he could stuff that long rough tongue of his up inside her pussy. That would be all she needed to make her feel complete-filled and licked and loved.
The blonde was discovering something new now, though. As she shoved her pussy more and more energetically up towards the dog's face, she could jar her clitoris against his nose, creating new shock-waves of tingling excitement that complemented and heightened the effects of his tongue on her clitoris, her cunt-hole and her ass. She didn't manage to make the jolting contact on every upward thrust, for the dog's head kept moving in its own erotic rhythm, but each time she did strike her clitoral nub on his nose, the pleasure was intense and exquisite.
"Mmmm, aahhh, oh Gawd! It feels so darned good, Jet. Jeez, I don't know how much more of this I can stand. My cunt feels like it's brimming over with feelings. Jee-zuz! Lick me, lick me, you beautiful black beast, you!"
Kay was only vaguely aware that her half-coherent mutterings were becoming more and more erotic, more uninhibited with each utterance. As her lust grew, so did the pitch of her voice, so did the fervor of her words.
She was scarcely aware of how it started, but suddenly a ferocious, wave of desire was knocking her breathless back onto the blanket, and she knew her orgasm had started. Time and time again the incredible forceful shocks of pure unadulterated passion swelled over her and faded, only to grow and die again. For long moments, she felt almost as though she were lost on stormy seas in a tiny raft, with nothing to stop her from riding up and over that last big crest.
"I'M COMMMMING! COMMMINGGG!! You're making me come, beautiful! AAIEEEE!! AAAaahhhh...." Eventually her lusty cries faded into feeble moans, but it was some time before she let go the iron grip she had on the animal's head. She had to drive her cunt hard up against his muzzle again and again until the last maddening jolts of release were spent.
Then she lay still, exhausted, on her back.
Somehow sensing that his job was done, the German shepherd took a couple of last licks at the woman's pussy, then trotted over to the gate and whined to be let out.
Afraid that he might start barking and rouse the neighbors, Kay hurried over to let him out, almost tripping on the wisp of panties that hung from her ankle.
"Sorry you had to lick and run," she quipped after the dog as he headed out into the lane. But once he was gone, once she was alone with the jarring realization of what she had just done, Kay felt her sense of humor wither and die.
"My Godfathers!" she muttered aloud as she struggled back into her panties, then into her shirt and jeans. "What kind of pervert am I? God, what if Sylvia ever found out what I've been doing with her innocent pet?"
The full horror of her perverse behavior sat like a lump in the pit of Kay's belly, along with a last lingering little tingle of excitement.
After all, he had made her come! She had just had the best orgasm of her life, thanks to her best friend's pet German shepherd. Surely it couldn't be so bad, if it could make her body feel so good.
The pretty housewife hurried inside to clean up and prepare for her afternoon visit with Sylvia Benson. She would have to be looking and feeling her very best if she was going to successfully sidestep Sylvia's usual nosy questions about her personal life.
She stripped off her clothes in the bathroom and started the shower running full blast. While the water warmed up, she surveyed the firm, lush curves of her out-thrust tits, tight waist and smooth belly in the mirror on the back of the door.
Not bad for an old bat of twenty-five, she decided. She was startled to see a smug little grin playing at the corners of her mouth.
Despite her self-doubts, Kay realized she felt almost happy.
For the first time in months, she sang in the shower.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Hi, Kay. Come on in. It's good to see you." Sylvia Benson stepped aside and let her guest precede her into the living room.
"Gee, Sylvia," Kay exclaimed, looking critically at her friend's low-cut, brightly flowered at-home gown. "You look absolutely beautiful, you know that. You make me feel like a country bumpkin." The blonde looked down ruefully at her own clean but modest denim pantsuit.
"Don't worry about it, darling. To anyone but your own too-critical self, you'd look terrific in a gunnysack. With a body like yours, who needs clothes anyway!"
Kay smiled shyly and looked down at her feet. Though she had known Sylvia for many months now, the other woman's directness often made her feel ill at ease.
It wasn't that she didn't admire Sylvia's frankness. She did. In fact, she felt the world might be better off if there were more of it around. It was just that, like most American girls, Kay had been raised to say what she ought, not what she thought. To try to do otherwise was still difficult for her.
"I've got a real treat for us this afternoon, Kay. Tom just brought home some of his Italian liqueur. It tastes like almonds, and in coffee it's absolute dynamite. Will you try some?"
"Sure. Why not?" Kay hesitated for only a moment. Though she normally was very much against drinking in the afternoon, today was a kind of unusual day. Today she felt she could use a shot of the false courage alcohol was famous for.
The two friends discussed food and clothes and local gossip while Sylvia prepared the coffee. Kay felt a little dubious as she watched the redhead pour what seemed very generous shots of the liqueur into the bottom of each coffee mug.
"I see why you say this stuff is dynamite in coffee. With that much alcohol in there, it must blow the top of your head off."
"Nonsense." Sylvia smiled indulgently at her young friend. "It's not very strong. Besides, it tastes so darned good, who cares about the alcohol?"
Sylvia wanted to put the blonde at ease about the booze. It was part of her plan for the afternoon to loosen her friend's tongue and find out what was really bugging her. She had always found alcohol a very effective treatment for getting silent types to open up about themselves.
"Mmmm, this is really good," Kay exclaimed when they were at last settled comfortably in the living room. "What's it called?"
"Amareto. Yes, it is good, isn't it? I love it."
The two women drank in silence for a while. Then Sylvia summoned up her courage and broke the ice.
"Kay darling, I don't want to be nosy...."
Oh no, here it comes, Kay thought, and braced herself with another long sip of the sweet coffee...." but it seems to me you need some help and just won't admit it. You've been looking absolutely miserable for months now." Sylvia looked closely at her young friend, wondering how she would react to her probing. To her surprise she realized that for the first time in a long time, Kay looked almost happy.
"Maybe I'm too late," she resumed. "You're looking good today, Kay. Things getting better between you and Mel?"
At first Kay was startled that the other woman could detect the difference her episode in the garden with Jet had created.
Does she suspect? she thought in alarm. Then, realizing her fears were foolish, she relaxed and took advantage of Sylvia's observation as a means to put an end to the third degree.
"Yes, things are much better, Sylvia. I'm just beginning to understand myself a little better now. Maybe I'll learn to understand him, too."
Sylvia noticed that Kay's mug was empty, and she poured refills for both of them. She was quick to note that Kay immediately sipped greedily on hers, just like a woman with something to hide. Kay was easy to read, Sylvia decided. It was always easy to tell when she was lying or hiding something-more difficult to figure out what that something was.
"Think so?" she asked suspiciously. "And what are you learning about yourself, if I may be so bold to ask?"
Kay realized at once that the older woman had seen through her ploy, but now that she felt more relaxed, now that the alcohol was rushing through her veins, it didn't seem to matter. In a way, she felt almost relieved. Maybe it would be better to confide in someone. God knows she'd kept the whole horrible mess bottled up inside her long enough.
Before she even was aware it was going to happen, Kay was weeping loudly, the pent-up misery of long lonely months all at once getting the better of her. Even while she was crying she felt better-felt that she was getting rid of horrible sickly feelings that she hadn't let come to the surface until now ... or at least until she had thrown that plate full of food at Mel this morning.
She realized with a little inner grin that she was getting rid of a lot of repressed emotions today.
Sylvia had come over to sit beside Kay and stroked her shoulders soothingly while she wept. The crying lasted only a few minutes; then Kay wiped her eyes and smiled up at the redhead. Already she felt purged, cleansed of some of her guilt and self-doubt.
"Sorry, Sylvia. But thanks for making me do that. I feel a whole lot better." Kay was surprised to detect a slight slur in her words. She had forgotten she had been drinking. No doubt the alcohol was intensifying her emotional responses.
"I don't like to see anyone suffer, darling, but sometimes I think you've got too much self-control. It's not normal for anyone to be as neat and polite and unemotional as you always are."
Kay smiled. She should have seen me throwing that plate at Mel. Or letting her dog lick my pussy, she thought, and a little pang of guilt quickly turned into a tremor of lust.
"I'm not such a prim and proper lady as you think I am," Kay said a little sheeplishly.
"No?" Sylvia hoped that she was on the verge of hearing a confession.
"I threw Mel's breakfast at him this morning." The blonde grinned shyly while she stared into her coffee mug.
"You didn't!" Sylvia started to laugh. "That's marvelous, darling. Every now and then husbands need to be reminded that wives are flesh and blood, not work-ee, slav-ee, fuck-ee robots."
"I didn't hit him though." Kay seemed anxious to make that point clear.
"What's the difference? It's the thought that counts."
Kay, too, saw the humor of the situation, now that she was happily separated from the pain that had accompanied it. She and Sylvia collapsed in gales of laughter, hugging each other in their helpless efforts to catch their breath.
"Oh, Kay," Sylvia managed to sputter out at last. "I didn't know you had it in you. You're full of surprises. I think underneath that cool WASP exterior there's a tigress dying to get loose."
Both the alcohol and the delightful high of laughing uncontrollably with a friend conspired to shake loose another of Kay's inhibitions. Without thinking about it, she blurted out:
"And after I threw the plate at Mel, I went outside and got your dog to lick my pussy."
CHAPTER EIGHT
There was a short silence, and it was only then that Kay realized what she had done. Her horror written on her face, she looked around at Sylvia and was surprised to see that her friend was smiling at her. She did not seem even a little bit shocked by her confession. Kay experienced a little pang of perverse disappointment.
"Well, aren't you shocked?" she asked, somewhat indignantly, her face somber.
"Don't be silly, darling. Why would I be shocked?" Sylvia's tone was light, undisturbed. "Jet licks my pussy all the time. But I like it best when he fucks me."
It was Kay's turn now to be shocked, and she was.
"You ... you mean you let a dog ... f-f-fuck you?" Her china-blue eyes were wide as saucers.
"Don't be so surprised. Once you try it, Kay, I know you'll agree with me. It's an absolutely fantastic experience."
"B-B-But it's so perverted!" The blonde could feel little tingles of lewd arousal gnawing at her belly. In her head she could see herself kneeling helplessly in front of a dog, his huge red cock reaming her cunt ruthlessly. She could feel her panties moistening with her excitement, and guiltily she tried to drive the obscene picture from her brain. But it stayed to haunt her. To tantalize her.
"Of course it's perverted. That's one of the things that makes it so exciting."
Kay noticed that Sylvia's voice trembled slightly, as though she were excited. Again she turned to look her friend in the eyes, and was startled by the passion she could read there. Sylvia was obviously turned on ... Kay wasn't sure why. Maybe from thinking about how much she liked to fuck the dog herself.
The blonde felt hypnotized by the lusty look in the redhead's eyes. She was unable to move, even when she felt the eyes moving closer to her own-the sensuous red lips closing in on hers. Then the two women were kissing, their mouths locked in an intensely passionate oral embrace.
Kay scarcely had time to think about how unnatural it was to be kissing another woman, so exciting was the hard titillating pressure of Sylvia's mouth on her own. Despite her shock, she found herself responding wholeheartedly, opening her lips to let the other woman's tongue dart salaciously into her mouth and duel with her own tongue. Perverted it might be, but Kay had never experienced a kiss so sensual, so earthy, so totally arousing. She had always thought Sylvia was a very sexy woman. Now she knew it was so.
Their tongues intertwined for several long tantalizing moments, then the heated ardor of their kiss melted to the fine feathery grazing of lips on lips. Then they broke away, both of them reluctant to abandon that initial tempestuous sensual discovery.
"Oh, Kay," Sylvia sighed, her face lingering close to the other woman's. "You're so sensual it's beautiful. I've never been kissed like that before in my life."
"Me, either," Kay managed to whisper. Her brain was still reeling with the incredible suddenness of what had just happened. All at once her relationship with Sylvia had taken on a new confusing import. It was just beginning to dawn on the inexperienced housewife what variety of sensual possibilities existed in the world.
Somehow it had never occurred to her that some of her always urgent physical needs could be satisfied by another woman. Now the obscene but dangerously attractive idea danced around in her head like a devil's lure.
The redhead reached up and stroked the younger woman's hair, her green eyes never leaving Kay's blue ones.
"You're such a lovely woman, Kay. I've been wanting to know more about you for so long. Now that I know you have the same sexual needs as I do, I want to know you better. Much better."
Kay's head reeled, both from the alcohol and from the seeming absurdity of her present situation.
"I ... I don't know what to say, Sylvia. You feel awfully good, but I ... just don't know."
"What's to know, darling?" Sylvia asked, one hand stroking lightly over Kay's tit through her denim shirt. "We both need some good love. We like each other. And Tom won't be home for hours yet. Why don't we explore a little?"
The dizzying effects of the Amareto combined with the sexy feelings that still taunted her belly from her morning session with the dog. Before she knew it, Kay fell full prey to her own sensual longings. Sylvia's hand stroking her tit through her clothing felt incredibly good, and the young blonde automatically closed her eyes and let her body drift with the feelings.
"Mmm, that feels nice, Sylvia," she murmured.
The redhead recognized the other woman's statement as a signal of her surrender. She smiled to think that the blonde's voluptuous body was now hers to explore at will. The idea of introducing her inexperienced friend to the joys of love between women made the hot moisture start to flow from between her pussy-lips. This promised to be a wonderful afternoon.
Sylvia rose suddenly to her feet and pulled the straps of her gown from her shoulders. The garment fell slinkily to the floor at her feet, and she stood naked before the admiring eyes of her guest.
"Oh, you have a beautiful body, Sylvia," the blonde whispered. She had never seen another woman naked before, at least not since high school when everyone had changed for gym in the locker room. And in those days Kay had been so shy she wouldn't really look at the other girls' bodies. So the only standard she had to judge Sylvia's beauty by was that of her own body.
The other woman was more naturally slender than Kay, but her tits were large and firm, and her ass-cheeks flared out from her hips in smooth tantalizing curves. Kay felt a perverse desire to reach out and stroke that soft appealing white flesh, so like her own and yet so different.
Her inhibitions loosened by the aura of unreality about the whole incredible situation, Kay reached out a hand and stroked it slowly and sensuously over the flaring swells of Sylvia's buttocks.
"Your skin is so soft. I've never felt anything so soft before," she told her girl friend, her voice tinged with respectful awe.
Sylvia dropped to her knees on the rug and faced the younger woman, who still sat on the couch.
"Now I want to see what you look like, darling." With trembling fingers she removed Kay's shirt and then her bra, so the bionde was naked from the waist up, her tits standing up firm and proud, her nipples hardening slightly from the erotic brush of the cool afternoon air.
"What nice tits you have, Kay darling." The redhead leaned forward and took one of Kay's nipples between her lips, lapping it with her tongue, rolling it sensuously in the moist cavern of her mouth.
"Aaahhh, that feels wonderful!" Kay was surprised by the intensity of the sensual titillation emanating from her nipple as the other woman labored over it with her talented mouth. The little darts of soaring lust seemed to race all the way down to her cunt and then right on down as far as her toes.
Feeling an incredible need to find some leverage against the unaccustomed sensation in her awakening body, Kay reached down and clasped the other woman's head, holding her face close to her tautly responding nipple. At last she guided Sylvia's head over to her other nipple and threw her head back in eager delight as the redhead bestowed the same taunting moist attentions on that responsive button of flesh.
"Mmmmm, oooohhhh, Sylllvia. No one's ever made my titties feel this good before."
Sylvia looked up at the blonde. "I want you to get to. feel so good today, Kay, that you'll never feel unhappy again. If you learn how to take care of your own needs, darling, it won't matter whether Mel's tuned in to them or not. You'll be free of him."
CHAPTER NINE
In her alcohol-heightened state, Kay found the older woman's promise incredibly exciting. She wanted more than anything to learn how to be a truly sensual woman. She was sick and tired of being a boring, frustrated nag. Mel had been right-she had been an awful bitch lately. But it was because her sexual life was so arid and meaningless. If she could be a free, fulfilled woman, she was sure she would never be a nagging bitch again. Never.
Reveling in the anticipation of letting her body open up to its own sensual promise, Kay put up no protest when Sylvia eased off her jeans and panties.
Already she felt freer. It was wonderful to be naked and unashamed with another woman. Her whole body felt so intensely excited!
Sylvia took the blonde's hand and guided her down onto the soft pile rug beside her.
"We'll have so much more room down here, love. And it feels kind of sexy, don't you think, to roll naked on the rug like this?"
Sylvia rolled Kay over onto her back, and the younger woman waited expectantly for what would happen next. Every nerve-ending in her sexy young body was open and excited, anxious to experience more of this new forbidden world of lesbian love.
Sylvia kneeled over Kay's body, her full tits hanging lewdly down and grazing the other woman's boobs as she began to kiss Kay's forehead and cheeks and chin and neck. Then she worked her way back down to Kay's nipples and sucked long and hard at each pert nubbin before moving lower, down to the smooth flat expanse of the blonde's shapely belly.
"Ooooh, I love having my tummy kissed," Kay moaned. "It makes me feel so nice and sexy down inside. Oh, yessss, Sylvia, like that. It's nice. Sooo nice."
Until today a frustrated but thoroughly respectable young housewife, Kay Brock was gradually turning into a daring orgiast. First she had let a dog lick her to climax, and now she was writhing and squealing under the obscene attentions of another woman's talented mouth.
God, it was crazy, she thought wildly. It was too much, too much, all these forbidden perverse things she was doing. But her sensual young body had been turned off for so long, and now it was more than ready to take all the erotic stimulation dealt out to it.
"Kiss me like that. Yesss! Oooohhhh!"
Sylvia's probing lips and tongue were now exploring the pink mound beneath Kay's fine blonde pussy-hair. She blew a warm breath of hot air over the other woman's clitoris as her hands reached up and tweaked excitingly at both Kay's hard nipples.
"Oh, Gawd, it's wonnn-derful! My pussy is getting all wet and excited, Sylvia!"
"Is it, darling?" the redhead moaned into the younger woman's pussy-slit. "Does it feel good, my beauty? I want to make you feel so good. Mmmm, your cunt smells so sweet and nice, honey." Inspired by her own lustful words, Sylvia extended her tongue and lapped it lewdly around the slightly erect nubbin of Kay's clitoris.
"Aaaaaggghhhh! Oh, Gawd! Oh, Sylvia, yes! Lick my clit, darling! I love it so much!" Her eyes closed in a mounting ecstasy of emotion, Kay began to sway her butt gently back and forth against the rug beneath. Her whole being was devoted to the wildly erotic sensations stemming from her erect nipples and her responding clitoris.
She could feel her clitoris growing harder and more sensitive as the other woman's tongue worked round its slippery peak more and more abandonedly until the titillation became almost unbearable in the sheer turgid intensity of it. Little shooting shocks of lust-fire leaped from her moistened clitoral nub and jolted throughout her sensuously churning body, tuning her entire body in to the erotic rhythm Sylvia was establishing up between her thighs.
Not satisfied just to explore the appealing peak and valleys of Kay's clitoris, Sylvia moved her mouth lower and began to jab her tongue-tip against the fleshy opening to the other woman's wetly responding cunt. She circled the yielding aperture with her mouth and then shot her tongue a little way up inside, exploring the clasping darkness within.
"Uunnnggghh! Oh, Jeez! Sylvia, you're beautiful, darling! Aahhh, it's too much! You're driving me wild! It's so good, so good, so good!"
And Kay did look like a wild thing as she lay chanting out her ecstasy on the rug. She tossed her blonde hair heedlessly from side to side, rotated her hips down towards Sylvia's laboring mouth with fever-pitch fervor. From moment to moment, as the redhead's tonguing became more probing, more uninhibited, Kay's excitement grew until she was nothing but a moaning, gyrating heap of lust.
After her tongue had explored the mysteries of Kay's pussy for several moments, it worked on down, down to the tightly puckered opening of her shitter. Again the tongue prodded the spongy outer fringes, and then it dipped a little way up inside, forcing the tautened tissues to part and relax against the agonizing argument of pleasure.
"Ooohh, my asshole, too! You're wonderful, Sylvia! I never knew before so many things could feel so good. Everything you do turns me on, darling. You're so beautiful!"
Fired anew by the perverse novelty of having a tongue probing the dim secrets of her asshole, Kay began to hump gently down against the rubbery invasion. She was amazed that anything so obscene should feel so good. But there was no doubt that this too had its unique erotic thrill. Her whole belly flared with the new sensations pulsing in her lewdly impaled asshole.
"Do it to me, Sylvia! Yes, anything! Everything! Oh, Gawd! Heaven! I'm in heaven!"
Kay could do nothing but chant out her appreciation as the other woman became thoroughly engrossed in the wanton sensual rhythm of her oral lovemaking. Sylvia's tongue teased and prodded from Kay's puckered asshole to her cunt to her erect clitoris and then back again-never letting up, never giving her young lover any respite from her intense, experienced manipulations.
Despite her total involvement in the sensations assaulting her own quaking body, Kay suddenly became aware that there was something missing in this perverted scenario.
Sylvia was doing all these strange wonderful things to make her feel good. But she was doing nothing for Sylvia.
She wanted to be a lover to the sensuous redhead, too.
All at once she wanted more than anything to learn what it would be like to eat another woman's pussy.
"Sylvia," she managed to moan between passion-parted lips. "Why don't you turn arund this way, so I can make you feel good, too?"
The older woman was both amazed and delighted that Kay was responding to this new sensuality so wholeheartedly. It had been beyond her wildest dreams that the blonde would actually want to venture to explore her own needing cunt this first time. But she was asking for it, and Sylvia was far too excited herself to even think of not complying with Kay's wishes.
Quickly she shifted her slender shapely body around so she was lying stretched out beside her young woman lover, her face still poised next to Kay's cunt, her own cunt confronting the inexperienced Kay.
Eager to get back to her own salacious task between the blonde's pussy-lips, Sylvia immediately returned to her enthusiastic sucking and slavering over Kay's clitoris, pussy and asshole. One little part of her remained tensely expectant, though, awaiting the heady moment when she would feel Kay's lips timidly exploring her moistly craving cunt.
The moment came sooner than she expected.
"Aaaahh! Oh, Kay darling, that's beautiful!" Sylvia groaned as she felt the other woman's tongue graze over her own tingly clitoris.
Inspired by what the younger girl was doing to her pussy, Sylvia began to circle Kay's clitoris with her tongue, to give Kay feedback on the erotic sensations she was giving Sylvia's moistly responsive cunt.
Her head buried between Sylvia's legs, Kay found her timidity before the other woman's tender pink pussy quickly fading as she became thoroughly aroused at the prospect of dealing darting pleasure-passion to Sylvia's sensitive snatch. She found herself actually turned on by the musky scent of the redhead's pussy, and she wanted to taste and experience more of this lurid excitement, to lose herself completely in the intense throes of love between women.
"Mmmm," she grunted as she thrust her tongue into the clenched hole of Sylvia's cunt, wriggling it around inside, savoring the titillating taste of the redhead's free-flowing juices.
"Oh darling, fuck my pussy with your tongue like that! It feels so good, lover!" Sylvia wailed passionately as her mouth planted teasing kisses along Kay's fat, wet pussy-lips. She rammed hr tongue suddenly up into Kay's cunt-hole and was pleased to hear the other woman's low throaty grunt of accepting pleasure.
Both women began to sense a rhythm in the oral ministrations of the other, and soon they were working in lustful unison between one another's legs, giving and receiving the same exciting dose of slavering, sucking passion. Their moans and grunts grew in intensity as their involvement in the feelings charging through their own bodies grew.
Kay especially, a newcomer to this particular delight of the flesh, was amazed at how wildly erotic it felt to be sucking on a clitoris and feeling her own sensitized clitoral nubbin being manipulated at the same time.
It was a new perversity, a new passion, and the blonde had taken to its fervent pleasures like a duck to water. She was beginning to realize that this kind of excitement might be addictive. Once tasted, could it ever be ignored again?
Could she ever go back to the long unbroken months of sensual hunger she had known with her husband?
"Lick my pussy, Sylvia. Oh, it's so beautiful. My cunt's so excited, darling. You're a wonderful lover." Kay could feel the excitement growing ominously in the pit of her stomach, and she realized that, for the second time in one glorious day, she was on the verge of orgasm.
Egged on by this exciting knowledge, emboldened by the thought that victory was nearly hers, Kay wriggled a finger into the tight-clenching sphincter of Sylvia's asshole, wriggling it tauntingly around up inside her rubbery butt. As her finger explored its unnatural refuge, her tongue continued to probe up into the redhead's wet, hair-flanged cunt.
She was learning fast, she thought. Learning how to shed her inhibitions. Learning how to investigate the outer limits of sensuality.
"Oh, my God! Kay honey, you're a treasure! Oooohhh, you're making my asshole feel so good, so goooood! Jeez ... I'm commmming!"
The shocking titillation of her young lover's bold assault on her sensitive asshole drove Sylvia over the top and she writhed her butt desperately in surrender to the shattering force of climax. Yet even at this torrid peak of her own excitement, she did not abandon Kay's wet, excited pussy. She continued to suck and lap until she was rewarded with the feverish declaration of Kay's surrender to orgasm.
"Now me! Oh, Gawd, I'm commmingggg, too, Sylvia! Oh, fuck, it's so damned good! My clit's exploding, darling! AAAAahhh!"
The .two women's orgasmic chants crested and mingled in the hushed quiet of the living room. Their voices sang out loud and clear the unspeakable pleasure of climactic release.
Eventually their wails faded into whimpers and then cooing murmurs of contentment. Sylvia turned herself around and cradled the younger woman in her arms, stroking her sweat-beaded brow lovingly.
Words seemed unnecessary at the moment, so neither spoke. But they were together in their touch, in the remembered warmth of a crisis shared.
The dream-like atmosphere in the room was shattered by an indistinct rap at the front door.
Kay sat up abruptly, a wide-eyed look of horror masking her features.
Oh, Gawd, how awful, she thought wildly. It was so beautiful, and now to be discovered. I'll never live it down. Never!
CHAPTER TEN
Sylvia's arm reached out and rested soothingly on the younger woman's shoulder.
"Don't worry, darling. It's not the FBI come to take us away. It's only Jet. He raps his tail against the door when he wants to be let in. Now you tell me that's not a smart animal. Handsome, too." She winked playfully at her friend as she rose to answer the dog's summons.
Jet came bounding into the room with the eager energy of a kid home from school and anxious to tell his mother all about his day. He jumped up on Sylvia and licked her face, then headed towards Kay.
Despite herself, Kay cringed as she saw the German shepherd coming over to greet her. She felt absurdly embarrassed by what she had allowed the animal to do to her this morning, and found it difficult to look him in the eye.
Despite the blonde female's cool reception, Jet licked her face enthusiastically, then sat down beside her, wagging his tail and looking expectantly at his mistress.
Kay bit her lower lip and tried to edge away from the black beast.
"What's the matter, darling?" Sylvia laughed as she knelt by the dog and massaged his big head roughly. "Don't tell me you're allergic to dogs all of a sudden. Not after what I know you were up to this morning."
Kay blushed and tried to smile.
"Oh, Sylvia," she blurted out. "I know it sounds silly, but now that I've had such a nice experience with you, the thing with Jet this morning seems so ... well, you know. So perverted and ... weird, sort of."
While one hand continued to stroke the dog's head, Sylvia reached over and caressed her friend's blonde hair with the other.
"You're just a little confused, darling, because so many new things have been happening to you so fast. Just remember, feeling good is nothing to be ashamed of. We all deserve some pleasure out of life. I'm prepared to grab as much as I can. How about you?"
Kay laughed shyly. "You're right, Sylvia. I'm so lucky to have a good friend like you to keep me from taking myself too seriously." She reached over and stroked the redhead's thigh. At once hot little reminiscent twinges scurried down her spine, reminding her of how much pleasure she had known only moments before.
It had been so good to make love with Sylvia. Her friend was right. Pleasure was a good thing, not something to be ashamed of.
While Sylvia continued to caress both her dog and her pretty girl friend, a new lewd inspiration took shape and grew inside her lust-attuned brain.
"See what a nice dog Jet is, darling? Why don't you pet him, too? He's a sensualist, just like us. He loves people to make him feel good." She guided Kay's hand to the dog's shoulder and encouraged her to stroke him.
"I know he's a nice dog," Kay said lightly, trying to shake off the weird suggestion of sexual undertones in Sylvia's words. "I've always liked Jet. He doesn't even walk on my flowers when I let him into my garden. Now that's the kind of dog I really like."
"There's other good things about Jet," Sylvia said softly. "There's the way he can make a woman feel good. Like he did to you this morning. Or like he did to me even earlier this morning, when Tom was still here."
Kay looked at her friend. "You mean Jet licked you this morning, too? While your husband watched?"
"No, not exactly," Sylvia answered in a matter-of-fact voice. "He fucked me this morning ... while my husband looked on."
Kay's eyes grew wide as those of a small child looking in a Christmas display window.
"You mean Tom watches you do that? And he doesn't think it's weird or disgusting ... or ... or anything?" The young housewife was incredulous.
"Of course not. He thinks it's exciting, too. I bet even Mel would like to see his wife get it on with a dog."
Kay was fascinated by the twin perversity of what they were discussing. It was bad enough to fuck a dog. But to have your husband watch you do it? Kay was startled to feel a tingly flush of excitement assailing her cunt as she imagined herself getting fucked by Jet while Mel watched.
Without being fully aware of what she was doing, she began to run her hands farther down along Jet's flanks, massaging his underbelly as darts of forbidden excitement worried her moist pussy.
"Doesn't he have a nice soft belly?" Sylvia asked her friend. Her voice shattered the younger woman's hypnotic reverie and she automatically pulled her hand up to a safer position on Jet's back.
"No, darling," Sylvia whispered, gently taking Kay's hand and guiding it back to the dog's cock. "Feel it. Feel how hard and thick and long it is. Imagine what that would feel like in your pussy."
Reluctantly Kay closed her fingers around the extending rod of the dog's swollen prick, only to pull them away again when she made the startling discovery.
"Oh my gosh, it's all hard."
"Of course it's hard," Sylvia explained patiently. "That's what I told you. It turns Jet on to get stroked by a couple of naked lovelies like us. He's just like any old lecherous man, aren't you, lover?" She kissed the dog playfully on the muzzle.
Her curiosity overcoming her qualms, Kay again snaked her hand in under Jet's belly and grasped his erect cock, stroking it lightly back and forth, just the way she would fondle Mel's prick when it was hard.
"That's it, darling," Sylvia encouraged her. "Jet likes having his prick stroked before he makes love. Why don't you let him fuck you, Kay? I'll help you. You won't have to worry about a thing."
As the younger woman's hand continued to stroke the dog's hard tapered prick with the even regularity of someone in a trance, Sylvia moved closer to Kay. She began to stroke the blonde's thigh, moving her hand farther and farther up towards the crux of her pussy hair until she was gently massaging the hidden bud of Kay's clitoris.
All kinds of strange sensations were flashing through Kay's head. First horror, then curiosity, then tingling excitement. She couldn't escape the lust-provoking vision of herself kneeling before a dog, getting fucked and fucked and fucked....
"Dogs like to fuck for a long time, don't they?" she asked in a noncommittal voice. Her hips were thrusting gently forward towards the titillating pleasure of the redhead's stroking hand.
"Sometimes for a very long time," Sylvia replied confidently. Her finger kept prodding insistently against the swelling nubbin of Kay's clitoris, churning up the moisture that lingered there from her earlier excitement.
"Mmmm," the blonde murmured, partly from the pleasure of Sylvia's hand, partly from the salacious prospect of getting fucked as long as she wanted, as long as she needed.
Kay's hand stroked more insistently up and down Jet's distended prick, caressing the swelling cudgel with a growing sense of possessiveness.
Somewhere inside her a moral surrender was taking place. She was beginning to realize just how much she wanted to experience the novel perversion of being fucked to exhaustion by a dog.
Sylvia read her friend's decision in her eyes as clearly as though Kay had conveyed it in words. Still stroking the blonde's clitoris, she urged her up onto hands and knees, readying her for the obscene mounting to come. Then she smiled down at her dog.
"Come on, Jet darling. Up, boy, up."
At once the big animal sprang to his feet and obeyed his mistress' command, wrapping his hairy forepaws around the neighbor lady's hips and moving close in behind on his rear legs. At once primitive instinct prompted him to begin thrusting his long swollen prick in between the woman's butt-cheeks in search of a hot, wet hole.
"Uuuuuhhh," Kay moaned in delirious excitement as she imagined how she must look kneeling on the living-room floor in her friend's house, waiting to be screwed by her friend's dog. The dog's erratic movement up behind her aroused her intensely, so she could hardly wait for the titillating moment when his dangling tapered prick would penetrate her moist pussy.
Long moments that seemed like forever to Kay went by, while Jet fought for purchase up between her quaking buttocks. The blonde could feel his cock brushing along her sense-stimulated pussy-slit, and she could feel herself becoming wetter and wetter as she awaited the obscene assault of his animal-cock in her cunt.
Sylvia knelt excitedly next to her friend, watching the dog's lewdly pointed cock sliding along her cunt-furrow. She realized now the thrill Tom must get every time he watched her take on Jet. There was something intensely erotic about watching a woman so hot for sex that she was anxious to fuck a dog. It was a kind of sensuality beyond the pale of all morality, all social justification, all common decency. It was perverse!
The redhead's tongue protruded salaciously from her mouth as she watched the red point of the dog's prick shove futilely against the spongy pink flesh of her girl friend's cunt. At last, unable to stand the suspense any longer, she reached out and took hold of the animal's obscenely distended cock.
Kay felt a horrible pang of frustration as she realized the dog's cock-head was no longer battering eagerly against her pussy-lips. He's given up, was her first thought, and it filled her with a kind of desperate anxiety to think that her mental preparations had been all in vain. That she was not going to experience that fine hard fucking after all.
"What's happening, Sylvia?" she groaned piteously. "Can't he get it into me? Help him. Please help him, Sylvia. I need it so bad."
Sylvia felt her own lust intensify as she listened to her friend's shameless declaration of her need. Kay was really a sensuous woman all right. A match for Sylvia herself any day in the week.
"Don't worry, darling. I'm helping him. You'll have his beautiful big prick up inside you any minute now."
Slowly, tantalizingly, Sylvia brushed the animal's cock-head against the spongy entrance to Kay's hot seeping pussy. She knew she was teasing both woman and dog with this slight tactile promise of greater stimulation to come. She wanted her friend to be thoroughly ready for it, as open as she could get. And she herself enjoyed this first teasing, this withholding of the forbidden fruit.
Kay's tongue flickered nervously over her lips as she groaned in lusty approval of that stiff prodding at her ready cunt-hole.
"Gawd, Sylvia!" she mewled. "It feels so good and hard. Let him into me. Please. Let him fuck me with his big long cock!"
The decision was taken out of the redhead's hands as the big animal suddenly lurched forward, breaking free of Sylvia's grasp on his cock. At once his swollen prick slid smoothly up into the clutching depths of the kneeling blonde's cunt.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Oh! Ohhh, Gawd, it's happening! It's in me, Sylvia! I can feel his lovely big prick in my pussy!"
The obscenity of her own words combined with the tingling sensations in her belly to start Kay's whole body vibrating with lusty stimulation. Perverse erotic thrills darted from her unnaturally penetrated cunt up to her dangling tits and back down to her curling toes.
She was alive' with sensuality. It had taken a dog's prick in her pussy to awaken her to this new abandoned height of sexual receptivity.
Following the dictates of primitive instinct, the animal immediately established a quick hard fuck-rhythm up into Kay's cunt, parting the tight twat-flesh farther and farther on each instroke until his lengthy prick was penetrating all the way to the back of her clasping cunt-tunnel.
Kay had never felt so filled in her life, and the heated urgency of the dog's fucking motions soon had her riding high on an unbelievable plane of erotic arousal.
"Uhh, uhhh, oh Gawd, it's so good!" she panted out between hard jolting drives of the big animal's cock. Her pussy-flesh felt like it was being reamed by a steel prick, so hard and unyielding was the force of Jet's primitive stroke. Yet harsh as it was, as unrelenting his pounding staccato rhythm, Kay found it exactly to her liking.
This was what she had always wanted. To be fucked hard, hard, hard and deep. And it was finally happening. Sylvia's dog Jet was doing the job for her the way she needed to have it done.
"Oh, Sylvia, it's beautiful! Jet's such a wonderful lover. His cock is so hard, so hard inside my cunt. Aaaagghhh, oh Gawd, it's killing me! And I love it!"
Kay's friend was experiencing her own kind of perverse excitement from watching her prote'ge turn on to being fucked relentlessly from behind by a dog. She kneeled on the rug next to the lewdly coupled pair and lowered her head so she could look up under Kay's hips at the steadily skewering rod of her dog's cock. Its bright-red color made an obscene contrast with the wispy blonde of Kay's pussy hair and the delicate pink of her wide-parted cunt-lips.
"Kay darling, it's fantastic!" she groaned huskily, her eyes never straying from the lewdly filled hole of her friend's cunt. "His big red cock is going all the way up inside you. You're taking all of him, baby. God, it must feel wonderful. Didn't I tell you it'd be good?"
The older woman began to run a fingertip sensuously over the upthrust peak of her aroused clitoris, trying to quell the maddening lust-pangs building there.
"Oh, yessss, Sylvia, you were so right, darling! I've never felt this good in my whole life. My cunt's on fire, Sylvia! Gawd, I don't care if it is obscene. I love it. I love it!" Eyes clenched tight against the fitful force of her growing passion, Kay watched herself in her imagination, her dilating cunt opening up to swallow all the dog's pointed red prick. Knowing that it was turning Sylvia on to watch her getting reamed by Jet increased her own wanton sense of titillation. She looked back over her shoulder for just a moment and saw Sylvia kneeling there, her eyes glazed with lusty fever, her fingers playing with her clitoris, and she began to churn her own hips more abandonedly.
"Oh, Sylvia, darling, I love being with you like this! We can make each other feel so good. Even just watching each other get turned on is so exciting. Does your clit feel good, Sylvia? Are you making yourself feel good?"
"God, yes!" the older woman grunted out, her eyes never leaving the skewering red rod of dog-cock servicing her friend's welcoming cunt. "My clit's hard as a rock, Kay. Just watching you turn on to Jet so much is making me feel hotter than I've felt in God knows how long. You're a wonderfully erotic woman, Kay. Oh, God, Jet's cock is all shining wet with your juices, baby!"
"Mmmmm, yesss, my pussy must be so wet inside. It feels so wonderfully good. Jet's stiff prick is massaging every little nerve. Uuuuhhh!"
Kay ground her butt back more and more lasciviously as her passion-glow became more intense. She could feel sinewy tendrils of burgeoning lust gnawing at her insides, teasing her with the promise of a gigantic release still to come, and she shuddered with the obscene awareness of how good it all was. How good to be fucked long and hard and well. How good to know you weren't going to be cheated of the final momentous explosion.
The blonde housewife felt her whole body relaxing, flowing with the urgent call of passion springing from her well-filled pussy. With her normal anxiety about whether or not she would climax gone, she felt freer than ever before to just enjoy what was happening to her awakened body, to lose herself in the building heat of her body's intense erotic involvement.
"Sylvia darling, pinch me. I think I must have died and gone to heaven," she moaned.
"I'm right there with you, darling. God, my clit's going to explode, Kay! Jee-sus!"
Frantically, Sylvia's well-experienced hand manipulated the sensitized nub of her distended clitoris, urging it to an even greater agony of acute sensual arousal. As her dog's swollen cock flashed in and out of Kay's stretched pussy-hole, her own fingers tickled the tip of her clitoris, then rubbed at the sensitive tissue of the base, tautening all her nerve-endings until at last she could stand it no longer.
"Oh, God, Kay darling, I'm commming! My clit's exploding! Ooohh, it's so wonnnderful!"
Hearing her sensual friend cry out her orgasm drove Kay into a new frenzy of activity. She shoved her hips back against the dog's steadily thrusting loins like a madwoman, her energy almost superhuman as she fought to drag her climax from the very depths of her being. Now she could feel it flowing outward, until she was quivering with the teeming joy of release. She sensed that the final thing pushing her over the top was the dog's prick swelling as it shot the first jets of dog-jizz into her receptive cunt.
"Oh, Sylvia, Jet and I both! We're commmmingggg! Oh, Gawd, beautiful! My cunt's exploding, darling! Oh! Oh! OHHHH! AAAHHH!"
Soon her frantic activity slowed and died, and Kay sprawled on the rug on her face, letting the dog's cock slip from her cunt with a loud sloshing sound.
One hand still holding the lightly throbbing hillock of her pussy-mound, Sylvia watched the fine thread of cum joining her friend's cunt to her dog's cock-tip stretch thinner and thinner and finally break.
"That was quite a happening-for all of us, I think, darling." Sylvia stroked Kay's wet haunches with her free hand.
Gradually Kay struggled to a sitting position.
"Oh, Sylvia, it was wonderful. It's been the most exciting day of my life. If only it could be this sensual with Mel and me."
"Remember what I told you about how Tom loves to watch me fuck Jet? Why don't you let Mel watch you with the dog? I bet it would help broaden his sensuality."
Kay bit her lower hp in thought. "Do you think so ... really?"
"I know so. Look, why don't you look after Jet for the weekend for Tom and me, and just see what happens?"
The blonde was still skeptical. "I don't know, Sylvia."
"Look, darling, one way or the other, you'll learn exactly where Mel is at sexually. If it turns out he can't keep up with your sensuality ... well, why don't you cross that bridge when you come to it. But I think you owe it to yourself to try this with Mel. It could be just the thing to open up your sex life."
Kay's face brightened with decision.
"Okay, Sylvia, I'll do it. I can hardly wait to see the look on Mel's face ... I think."
"Good for you, darling. Now let me get us some fresh coffee. I think we deserve a pick-me-up."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Saturday morning Kay and Mel Brock slept late. When they awoke, Kay made coffee and brought it back to bed. They talked about the week's activities. Though they had not fucked again since the last catastrophic attempt, they were back on friendly speaking terms. It had been a mellow morning.
"You know, darling," Kay said nervously. She wanted to sound Mel out indirectly about how he felt about more variety in their sex life.
"Mmmm?" he grunted. He was going through the latest issue of Playboy.
"Maybe we ought to try to be a little more daring...."
"Daring? What you want to do? Take up skydiving?"
"No," she laughed. "That would be going a bit too far. I mean ... well, sexually, I mean."
She had his attention now. He put his magazine on the bedside table and looked at her skeptically.
"What did you have in mind, exactly?"
"Well, wouldn't you find it interesting for instance, to do some different kinds of things? To experiment a little?"
"If you're talking about those gadgets they sell in the sex shops, most of them are overpriced and overrated. I like plain old screwing."
"Sure, s-screwing is nice, but ... well, would you like to watch me play with myself, for instance?"
His face took on a mock leer. "Hey, that sounds terrific, baby. But you know something, I think I've spent too much time in bed already this morning. I think I'll see if Harv Grunwald wants to go play some golf." He got out of bed and went in to shower, but he looked back at his wife before he closed the door behind him.
"You know, honey, maybe we should try to be a little more experimental with our sex, like you say. Maybe next time we should try to think up something new."
He closed the door and turned on the shower.
Kay felt mildly encouraged about the plan she had put together with Sylvia. Mel was interested in turning on to something new. It would be up to her now to provide that something....
Mel called from the golf course about four o'clock to say he would be home in an hour.
"Okay, honey, see you then," Kay replied brightly.
"Right. I had a really good game, doll. I'm in a great mood. Maybe you could think up one of those experiments you were talking about this morning. We could try one out when I get back."
Kay felt the time was ripe. A short while before she expected Mel home, she called Jet into the house.
"There, good boy," she greeted the excited dog. "Now we're going to put on a little show for Mel, darling. He doesn't know what a sexy wife he has. Heck, even I didn't know until you and Sylvia showed me."
She took off the long robe she was wearing. Underneath, she wore a black garter belt, black stockings, black high heels-and nothing else.
Sylvia had loaned her the titillating outfit, saying that it was Tom's favorite. "Men love women in garter belts," she had said. "Takes them back to their youth."
Kay led Jet into the bedroom and positioned herself on hands and knees on the bed. She felt excited about putting on a show for Mel. She had decided she would like him to find her fucking Jet when he came in. That would make it more arousing, as though he had walked in on something forbidden, something he was not supposed to see.
The young housewife could feel the moisture already building up between her thighs, and she was eager for something long and filling in her heated cunt. She called the dog up onto the bed . and let him explore her lewdly proffered ass with his nose.
"Uuunnnhh," she moaned huskily as she felt the animal's wet nose prod up against the puckered hole of her bung.
"Oohh, I love that cold wet nose of yours to tickle my asshole, Jet darling," she told the dog lustily. She felt so much less inhibited now about expressing her baser desires, and she knew she had her experiences with Jet and Sylvia to thank for that.
Kay quivered her ass lightly back towards the dog's probing muzzle, encouraging him to investigate further the defenseless slit of her moistening cunt.
The dog was attracted farther up between the woman's butt-cheeks by the hot smell of her excited pussy. He squirmed his nose along her pussy-slit until it rammed against her moistly yielding cunt-hole.
"Oh, ahh, Gawd!" Kay groaned and fell forward slightly in response to the cold insistent probe investigating her cunt.
"Yes, that's the way, Jet. Make me feel all excited, darling. Make me beg you to fuck me."
Kay realized her husband would be home any minute, and the thought that he might even now be watching her lewd show inspired her with new darting pangs of burgeoning excitement.
"Your nose feels wonderful on my cunt, lover. Do it some more. Please."
Sure now that he had found the source of that tempting odor, the dog stuck out his long pink tongue and ran it roughly all the way up from the woman's clitoris over her pussy to her tight little asshole.
"Oohhh, that's it! Yes, yes! Make me feel so excited I can't stand it, you beautiful big brute, you. I love your tongue on my cunt! Gawd, it's terrific!"
The dog began to bend in earnest to his labors of dealing lusty pleasure with his tongue to the kneeling woman's welcoming cunt. Again and again he made long moist swipes of the tongue up over her fluttering pussy, exciting the nerve-endings to taut, frenetic arousal.
"Oh, I'm getting so hot, so hot!"
Kay could feel her heart pounding with excitement as she heard the front door slam. He was here! Now was the time to start the show in earnest!
"Jet, darling, my pussy's all hot and ready for you. I can't stand to wait any longer. Fuck me! Come on! Up, boy, up!"
Responding to the familiar command, the German shepherd mounted the kneeling housewife and began his familiar search for the warm yielding opening to the human female's cunt. His prick was already long and hard from the excitement of licking her hot pussy, and it was only a matter of lodging his stiff cock in the right hole.
"Do it to me, boy. You can find it. I want your lovely big prick inside me so bad!" Her mind a ferment of anticipation, the blonde thrust her ass-cheeks up toward the dog's spear-shaped dick, trying to catch his cock-tip between her pussy-lips.
She knew Mel must be watching her by now, and the idea sent hot flames of passion soaring throughout her obscenely clad body.
Mel Brock stood thunderstruck outside the partially closed door to his bedroom. For long moments he literally could not believe his eyes, and he opened and closed them several times to try to make the grotesque image on his marriage bed go away.
But it was no good. What he was seeing was obviously really happening.
His lovely wife was kneeling on the bed, her lush curves accentuated by her lewd costume of black shoes, stockings and garter belt, with a dog mounted up behind her. The dog was obviously on the very verge of fucking her, and she was obviously eager for the beast to do just that.
It was incredible! It was disgusting! Yet despite himself Mel could feel a tremor of perverse arousal stabbing at his soft cock inside his pants.
What the hell does she think she's doing? he asked himself. The little bitch doesn't get that excited when I'm on her. Is this what she calls experimenting? Showing me how easily I can be replaced? Even by a dog?
His anger and excitement mounting apace, Mel remained in his hiding place outside the bedroom door and watched his blonde wife tremble with lust under the perverse attentions of a German shepherd.
"Come on, Jet darling. You know where Kay's pussy is, lover. It's all ready for you."
As though the woman's lewd encouragement had driven the dog to a last supreme effort, his prick was suddenly soaring up between, her rubbery cunt-walls, parting the taut flesh with unrelenting waves of hard filling pressure.
"Oh, Gawd, that's it! That's the way, lover! Your nice big prick feels so good inside my pussy! Ohhhh, Gawwwd! Do it to me, boy! FUCK MEEEE!"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Mel wanted to cover his ears, to keep his brain from registering the lewd sounds of his wife's surrender to a brute animal. Never in his born days had he dreamed of seeing anything this obscene. And certainly not involving his own rather proper wife!
Though he was disgusted by the perversion of what was happening on his bed, the young husband could not help being aware of his cock growing steadily harder inside his trousers. The sight of this shapely woman quivering in sensual arousal with an animal fucking her from behind was undeniably exciting. The agony of it all was that this woman was his wife.
Titillating ideas of what her husband must be thinking while he watched her getting fucked by the dog spurred the lustily aroused wife to new heights of orgiastic debasement.
She churned her ass furiously back to meet the lunging thrusts that the German shepherd was now ramming steadily up into her hotly responding cunt. She writhed back against his hairy loins as though she would never be able to get enough of this hot, hard cock in her needing pussy.
"Oh, Jeez, Jet lover. You're beautiful. Your cock's so hard and thick. It makes my little pussy feel so good. Oh, fack me, fuck me! Ugghhh!"
Kay could feel the animal's turgid prick actually growing stiffer and thicker up inside as he drove again and again up into her dilating cunt-depths. The stimulation of his distending cock was intensely tantalizing, and along with the lewd knowledge that she was performing for an unseen audience, it incited Kay to untraversed peaks of sensual abandonment.
"Gawd, I feel just great! Your cock is so big and stiff, lover, and I can still feel it getting bigger, filling me all up! Mmmm, my cunt loves it, Jet darling! Fuck me harder! That's the way, boy! Oh, Gawwwwd!"
Kay was becoming so thoroughly absorbed by her sexual excitation that it was all she could do to remember what the initial purpose of this exercise with Jet had been. It had been intended to turn on her husband Mel, but at the moment she herself was so intensely turned on that nothing else mattered but the heated darting lust-pangs assaulting her whole sensuously churning body.
Slowly but surely all her consciousness was slipping down into her pussy, so she was becoming nothing more than pure, aroused cunt. A total slave to her lusts.
"Ooh, I love your big prick, you wonderful big doggie, you! Ahh! UUUUH! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeee! Like that! YES! That's the way!
ARRGGHH!"
Mel could not be sure which was getting the upper hand-his anger or his lust. Peeking around the bedroom door, he couldn't repress a building fury toward his treacherous wife for turning on to an animal in a way in which she had never turned on to him. On the other hand, he realized that it might be more important to her than to him to experiment with different kinds of erotic titilla-tion. Maybe she needed the novelty of being fucked by a brute animal to fully release her sensual potential.
And the young husband could not deny there was a definite forbidden excitement in watching his lovely, lewdly attired wife getting fucked so furiously by a horny dog.
His eyes never leaving the scene on the bed, Mel reached down and unfastened his fly, maneuvering his growing prick out into the open air and beginning to stroke it lightly with his hand. He could feel the smooth cock-headNswelling awesomely under his touch. It seemed the more he touched his cock, the more urgent became his desire to somehow get involved in the perverse scene on the bed.
And the more intense his feelings of lust became, the more outraged he felt. He began to entertain sadistic fantasies about punishing his wife for her shameless sexual betrayal. No matter how he looked at it, he could not get over the painful realization that Kay was obviously enjoying that red hunk of dog-cock more than she had ever enjoyed her own husband's prick.
And that hurt.
Jesus, I'm married to a goddamned nymphomaniac and never knew it. It just turns out that her tastes in a good screw happen to be pretty fucking weird.
Mel was beginning to enjoy his feelings of righteous indignation, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt justified in his growing determination to punish his wife for wounding his pride.
No woman can replace me with a goddamned dog and get away with it. No way!
His hand moved more and more urgently up and down the length of his turgid cock, and his staring eyes took on the crazy gleam of sadistic desire.
Kay on the bed was shaking her blonde head abandonedly from side to side, making animal-like little groans with every instroke of the laboring dog's hard, thick cock. She felt that her cunt had never felt this alive before, this receptive to every little ripple of hotly coursing stimulation. At the moment she believed that she could go on forever-taking that rhythmic solid fucking up into her flaring pussy until she was bereft of all sense, all reason.
The young housewife had discovered the fantasy of becoming pure fuck-machine. That was all she wanted right now. To fuck and fuck and fuck....
"Oh, Gawd, it's beautiful, Jet! My pussy's on fire! Jeez! I don't ever want it to stop! Not ever! It's so good, so goooodddd!"
Her eyes closed, her whole body responding automatically to the animal's staccato fuck-rhythm into her cunt, Kay swayed and jerked like a madwoman, scarcely aware now of her unseen observer.
She had almost forgotten that she was fucking Jet in her bedroom to help initiate her husband into a sensuality broader than the old in-and-out, wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am mentality. Her own wants and needs filled all her attention now.
Then suddenly a dull pressure against her lips reminded the young wife of that other presence in the house.
"Open up and suck my cock, bitch," Mel growled down at her as one hand held her hair and the other guided his swollen cock in between her automatically resisting lips.
Kay was surprised first by the sudden reminder of her husband's presence, second by the obvious anger in his voice. But no, there was no reason why he should be angry with her-Jet was only a dog, not a rival. What she heard in his voice had to be excitement then.
Satisfied with her own explanation, Kay parted her lips welcoming wide and took the awesome girth of her husband's big prick all the way in to the back of her throat. She began to suck at his dick, hungrily, pleased to have this new titillating oral satisfaction to supplement the hard fucking she was getting from the German shepherd.
"Mmmmm," she mumbled appreciatively around the filling thickness of Mel's cock as she nibbled and sucked at its burgeoning contours, coaxing it to even greater hardness with her honey-soft mouth.
"Hot damn, you really are a little nympho!" Mel spat down at the slavishly kneeling woman who was his wife. He wasn't sure if he was feeling more admiration or contempt for the enthusiastic way in which she was accepting his cock in her mouth while she continued to get skewered from behind by the dog.
Whatever his feelings were, he knew one thing. He was intensely excited by the sight of her garter-striated white ass churning lasciviously beneath him while the dog humped relentlessly up into her cunt. He had never realized before how stimulating sheer depravity could be. He was actually beginning to entertain the real possibility of carrying through with the punishment he had thought up earlier.
That would sure as hell surprise her, he thought as he watched her shapely ass wriggle out her growing titillation. She wants me to be more sensual? Well, that's okay with me, just as long as I get to call the shots myself. And, boy, wouldn't she be surprised!
Unaware of the thoughts running through her husband's head, Kay focused her full attention on bringing maximum pleasure both to the human prick filling her mouth and the animal cock ramming into her cunt. She established a lewd rhythm between her sucking motions over Mel's rigid rod and the tempo with which she thrust her hips back to meet Jet's tapered dog-prick.
Kay wished she could let her husband know just how good she felt about this new sensuality they were sharing, but she didn't want to interrupt the rhythm. So she strove to let him know by the enthusiasm of her attentions how close she was feeling to him at this moment.
Sylvia was right, the young blonde thought happily. My fucking Jet is bringing Mel and me closer together. We just haven't been going about our sex life in the right way, that's all. Now we can start to learn more about what will make us both happy. Oh, Mel, I'm so glad!
Feeling happier than she had in a long, long time, Kay concentrated her full attentions on convincing her husband of how much she cared for him. While her ass continued to seek out Jet's long, lunging strokes, her mouth worked subserviently over Mel's cock. She swirled her tongue eagerly around the bulbous cock-tip, then made long wet swipes of her tongue all the way up from the base of his cock to the little slit in the knob.
Then her head bobbed rhythmically up and down once again while her ovaled mouth took in all his pulsing rod on each lascivious downward motion. As her lustful tempo increased, she gradually became obsessed with the idea of receiving both her loyers' cum at the same time.
That was what she wanted now. That would be her final victory.
All her efforts focused toward this end, Kay worked tirelessly to draw the thick jets of cum from both her lovers' laden balls. She wanted it. She was hungry for it. She had to have it.
Mel was even more overwhelmed by Kay's lustful behavior from his closer vantage point on the bed than he had been before. Of course now his cock was also throbbing heatedly in her throat, and that helped accentuate the urgency of his feelings.
"Jee-sus, suck it, bitch! Gawd, I've never seen any cunt as excited as you are. You know, Kay, all this time I had this hot number on my hands and never knew what to do with her. Well now I know. Don't you worry. Now I know how to handle a nympho she-bitch like my little wife."
Kay was so wrapped up in fucking and sucking that her mind didn't register the threat in her husband's words. She continued to work her head up and down over his prick without let-up, aiming for the moment of explosive multiple orgasm that was her only goal-her momentary obsession.
"Shit, bitch, you must be just about ready to get your rocks off!" Mel exclaimed excitedly as he watched her ass work frenziedly back against the dog's hairy loins. He held her head closer to his own prick, holding her steadier while he stroked it in and out of her mouth at his own pace. He didn't want her to make him come just yet. He had other plans for his hard cock.
"Suck it, slut! Oh, shit! That's the way! What a fucking whore you are, Kay. And I didn't know. And here you are getting it from a goddamned dog. Come on, Jet boy, fuck her, fuck her! Blow your wad right up into her greedy little cunt!"
The heated urgency of her husband's words combined with the compelling rhythm of the dog's long lunging strokes to drive the slavishly entrapped housewife over the peak to climax.
"Ohhh, Gawwwd! I'm commming!" she managed to mewl around the stroking cock in her mouth, and she ground her ass fitfully against Jet's furry underbelly until he, too, began to jerk out his orgasm.
Kay tried anxiously to also bring her husband to orgasm, so she could fulfill her fantasy of taking both her lovers' sperm into her belly at once. But Mel was holding her head firmly so she could only accept his cock into her mouth at the tempo he set. She realized even through the fury of her lust that Mel did not want to come-not yet anyway-and that mystified her.
What could her husband have in mind?
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Once the big German shepherd had pumped out the last of his gushing load of jism, he dismounted from the woman's quivering ass and got off the bed. As though he sensed the human male's anger, he sat watchfully in a corner of the room, well away from the couple, still lewdly entwined on the mattress.
Kay tried to continue sucking her husband's still swollen cock, but he drew away from her. Puzzled, she looked up at his face in search of some sort of explanation. She was immediately startled by his look of angry lust.
"Wh-What's the matter, honey? Didn't you like watching me make love to Jet? I did it just for you."
"Yeah, I could tell," Mel replied cynically. "You looked like you were having a really boring time."
"No ... no, of course not. It felt good. But I wanted you to enjoy it, too. I loved feeling your big cock in my mouth. Won't you let me make you come?"
Again she reached for the swollen shaft of his prick, but he pushed her hand roughly aside.
"Don't worry, doll. You're going to get to make me come. But you know I've always liked fucking better than sucking."
He began to maneuver around behind her, and Kay felt better. He may have been somewhat shocked by watching her getting fucked by the dog, but at least he still wanted to fuck her himself. That was a good sign, surely.
The kneeling blonde felt renewed pangs of titillation gnawing at her wet cunt as she relished the prospect of getting fucked again, so soon after the dog's hard, thorough humping of her accepting pussy. Although her climax had been intense and satisfying, she felt ready for more of the delightful filling sensations in her cunt. She was beginning to realize something about herself.
The more fucking Kay got, the more she wanted. , Kneeling subserviently before her lust-incensed husband, the young housewife awaited the moment when she would feel his stiff prick invading the already stimulated walls of her cunt. She thrust her ass salaciously into the air, eager for him to have his way with her. The more she thought about being fucked twice in one session-once by a dog, once by her husband-the hotter she got, until she could feel her pussy-juices flowing down her thighs along with the seeping stream of the dog's jism.
"Ready, bitch?" Mel asked harshly. He was holding the shaft of his stiff cock in his hand and looking hungrily down at the smooth swells of her ass streaked with the lewd black lines of her garter belt, and her black-stocking-covered legs beneath. The picture inspired him with a new surge of lust, and he leaned forward slightly, rubbing his prick eagerly against the tremulous slit of her pussy.
Kay winced a little at the unmistakable lack of tenderness in her husband's words. Obviously all was not yet forgiven.
His anger just made her want him all the more. She wanted it to be all right between them, and she felt a good solid session of enjoyable fucking would accomplish what mere words could not.
"Yes, darling," she mewled pleadingly. "Make love to me. Please, Mel. I need you so much."
"I'm going to fuck you, baby. Fuck you till you can't walk." Mel slid his prick back and forth in her wet pussy-slit, tantalizing himself with this last postponement of greater pleasures to come.
"Oh, Mel darling. It feels wonderful. Your big thick cock feels so good against my pussy." Anxious to feel his prick up inside her cunt-hole, Kay encouraged her husband with her ass-cheeks, churning them back at him in eager anticipation of his imminent impalement.
While he made sure his cock, already slick with saliva, was further moistened by her free-flowing juices, Mel began to stab a ringer enticingly against his wife's puckered shitter.
Kay was unbelievably excited by Mel's exploratory jab at her asshole. She enjoyed the extra bit of titillation, and the thought that her husband was already beginning to experiment with new areas of arousal promised well for the success of her bold seduction plan.
But as the pressure on her asshole became more pronounced, Kay became more worried. She realized that it was not his finger now that was pressing against the taut opening but the head of his cock.
Surely he was not thinking....
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"AAIIIYEYIYEEE!!" she wailed in agonized pain as Mel's prick popped the initial resistance of her asshole and entered the first little way up into her tight, virgin butt.
"OH GAWD NO! Please don't do this to me, Mel! PLEASE! You're killing me!"
All at one cruel blow, Kay realized that her hopes for her daring afternoon escapade were dashed to smithereens. Rather than being turned on by his wife's new sensuality, Mel was obviously filled with anger. He was going to punish her ... in the crudest, most humiliating way he knew how....
He was going to ass-fuck her....
"Please, Mel! Don't!" She tried once again to appeal to her husband's compassion, though somewhere inside her she knew it Was hopeless. He had made up his mind, and nothing was going to deter him from his sadistic course.
"You don't want to hurt me, Mel! Please, don't do this! You don't realize how much it hurts! AiiiEE! Gawd!"
"Why shouldn't I want to hurt you, bitch? Haven't you been cutting away at my manhood for months and years, letting me know I'm not man enough for you?" Mel spoke through clenched teeth as he forced his prick millimeter by slow millimeter up into Kay's tightly resisting asshole.
"Now you make sure I see you getting fucked by the neighbors' goddamned dog. 'Even a dog's a better fuck than Mel is,' you're telling me. Don't you think I got my pride, woman? Didn't you think there'd come a time when I just couldn't take any more?"
"No, Mel, no! You don't understand!" the cruelly pinioned wife cried out urgently. "I just wanted us to have a more open relationship. To let each other know what we liked. To do different things. I thought you'd like it, Mel. Honest I did. Honest. Oh, Gawd, it hurts, Mel! Stop. Please?"
Her last plea for mercy was a soft trembling question that betrayed little hope for her quest.
Already Mel's cock had penetrated her asshole a couple of inches, and the young Kay felt more stretched and abused than ever before in her whole life. She had wanted to experiment with sensuality. Maybe even some day let her husband butt-fuck her.
But not like this. She didn't want him to fuck her in the ass just to punish her. She didn't want them to be together in anger like this. It was wrong. It was horrible. It was degrading.
Tears flowed unchecked down the young housewife's cheeks, but she realized with dull surprise that they were not so much tears of pain now, as of pure unadulterated humiliation. It was the knowledge that her husband was inflicting this punishment on her, not out of love, but out of sheer hate, that made her tremble with pain now. Pain of the heart and spirit.
"Please let me go, Mel. You've done it. You've made me suffer. Now let me go." Her words came out flat and expressionless. She felt utterly defeated now. All she wanted was to crawl into a corner and hide.
"Shut up and move that ass of yours, doll. I got into this to get my rocks off, and that's what I'm goddamned well going to do. Now let's see you move that little ass of yours a little, eh?"
His anger almost forgotten in the mounting intensity of his lust, Mel kept spreading the resisting walls of his wife's asshole until his throbbing cock was buried all the way up in her butt.
"Jee-sus," he moaned. "Never felt anything this tight in my life. Gawd, my prick's throbbing like crazy. Beautiful. Beautiful."
Convinced that the best way to put an end to her humiliation was to comply with her husband's wishes and make him come as soon as possible, Kay began to move her ass.
Slowly at first, and then more quickly, more rhythmically, she squirmed her butt-cheeks back and forth along the lewd filling presence in her asshole. She learned how to accommodate her movements to Mel's prick so the pain was almost gone now, but the feelings of hurt and humiliation remained, like the scar from a branding-iron on her soul.
"Gawd, woman, you're incredible!" Mel said, his words betraying mixed awe and contempt. "Is there anything that doesn't turn that little ass of yours on? Jeez, look at it move." , "No, I like it, I like it all!" Kay wailed in a voice that was taut with feverish intensity. He thought she was nothing but a slut now, did he? Well, she could get into that, too. She could be anything she wanted to be. She'd show him what a really sexy woman could do.
With this decision, something snapped in the young wife's soul. She abandoned the last vestiges of the Midwestern morality she had been raised with, and gave herself up to the senses. If Mel couldn't love her for what she was, then the hell with him!
That didn't mean she couldn't enjoy sensuality wherever she found it. There was something oddly exciting about being screwed in the ass by an angry man, and Kay decided to concentrate on that shred of arousal. She wasn't going to let herself be punished.
She was going to enjoy. Everything. If Mel wanted to screw her in the ass till she couldn't walk, then she would enjoy that, too. She would not let him bring her down.
Now she began to move with the frenzy of a woman possessed, concentrating on the taunting thread of pleasure that was lurking somewhere in her belly and drawing it out, making it the core of her feelings for the moment. Her asshole was sufficiently stretched now that the pain was quite gone, and she was free to move her butt-cheeks in wanton response to each of Mel's long, hard strokes.
"Oh, Gawd, it's good! It's so good, Mel! Fuck my ass! Fuck me till I can't walk, just like you said, Mel. I want it. I need it. That's what life is all about for me. I want my body alive. Alive! To everything!"
She made salacious little churning motions with her garter-striped ass, taunting his stiff cock with her abandoned eroticism, forcing him to keep pace with her building excitement.
"Jee-sus, woman, you're not just a nymphomaniac. You're a goodamned sex freak! You must be crazy. Ahh, uuhhh, feels great!"
His plan was not working quite as Mel had hoped it would. Instead of kneeling in debased acceptance of his punishment as she had done initially, his wife was now undulating her hips enthusiastically back at his ass-fucking cock.
She was obviously enjoying every inch of his prick jammed into her virgin asshole, and wanted all the hard deep stimulation his throbbing cock could give her.
Mel was not getting the satisfaction of watching Kay suffer, but his aching cock was enjoying an erotic field-day of titillating lust as his wife's butt squirmed ceaselessly back against him.
"Gawd, move your ass, bitch!" he moaned. "Gawd, my prick's never been in anything this virgin before! Christtt!"
The young husband could feel his cock swelling steadily under the taunting inspiration of Kay's clutching ass-walls, but he fought against the lurking tremors of release. He wanted to enjoy for a little while longer the scintillating excitement of a perversion he would probably never have the nerve to repeat.
Mel realized he had never been this aroused in his life before, and the experience confused him. It was like he was into something way over his head, and didn't know how to get out.
It felt good. It felt damned good. But somehow he burned with a resentment that his wife had gotten him in somewhere he didn't want to go. And now his body demanded that he go through with it. But he could never forgive Kay for challenging the outer limits of his manhood like this.
"Yes, oh yessss, Mel! That's the way! Oh, shit, I feel so good! I never thought being screwed in the ass could be good. But it's better than that. I'm flyinggg!"
The excited blonde's voice was a high-pitched banshee wail as she tossed her head back in erotic concentration and sought further satisfaction from the hard prick skewering her asshole. Her hips never slowed their salacious rhythm, not even when her husband tried to slow them down, ease the overwhelming stimulation on his lewdly buried prick.
"You like it, eh, bitch?" he moaned. "Well, you're getting it. Everything I got. Here, take it!"
With that, the young husband began to saw his cock energetically into his wife's asshole, letting the shocking lust-darts take hold and sweep him over the top, until he was floating in the wanton ecstasy of climax.
"Oh, Christ, I'm comming! COMMINGGG!!" he wailed, and held her ass firmly against him, shooting his welling cum far up into her her forever stretched shitter.
Despite the perversity of their coupling, the impossible was happening.
What regular fucking had not been able to accomplish, raw angry lust had. The young couple were coming together, flying high in the sensuous never-never-land of orgiastic freedom together. For the first time in months.
Husband and wife squirmed out their orgasms, together in body, miles apart in spirit.
Kay felt incredibly free. One by one, the mental barriers to her sensuality were breaking down. There really seemed to be nothing she could not enjoy. She even felt perversely grateful to Mel for making her act out this most forbidden aspect of eroticism.
She knew he had only wanted to punish her. But she could forgive him that. She was willing to accept this session as a learning experience-something they could gain from and build on.
"Mel?" she whispered. "Do you realize we came together, for the first time in ages?" She felt happy, at peace. Full of love.
Suddenly her husband sprang from the bed.
"You know something?" he told her quietly. "It makes me sick to my stomach to be in the same room with a woman who can turn on to something like that. You're not my wife. You're a goddamned whore."
That was all he said, though it took him more than an hour to pack his suitcase and leave.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Kay had done nothing to try to keep Mel from leaving her. All the time he was packing his bag, she had felt nothing but an icy emptiness. His last words to her had convinced her more than anything else that she and Mel would never be able to see eye to eye on sex. So, obviously, the best thing to do was to go their separate ways, find their own individual routes to sexual and emotional happiness.
She had cried, but only after he had gone. And the tears weren't so much grief at losing her man, but a kind of sentimental longing for a past that now seemed more romantic, more perfect than it had ever actually been in the living.
And she was lonely at first. The big house, full of memories, seemed to echo with her every footstep, reminding her that there was no one else there-and that there would be no one else there, not in the next hour, the next day, the next week.
Kay had never had much experience at being alone, and she found she did not like it.
That was where Sylvia and Tom proved to be such good friends. They had the deserted young wife over for dinner many times. And Sylvia would be sure to invite Kay along whenever she went shopping or decided to treat herself to a movie.
And then the older couple began introducing Kay to attractive young male friends. So it was not long before the blonde found herself involved in a whirl of dating activity such as she had not known since high-school days.
Only now there was a significant difference. Now she was free to invite her dates home and fuck them all night long. She found herself feeling sexually satisfied, something, she realized now, she had never known before.
Though satisfaction did not mean satiety. It really seemed that the more she got, the more she wanted.
That was why she had been so pleased when Jeff Marker, a business associate of Tom's, had called and invited her to accompany him to a very exclusive sex club downtown. Kay had spent the last couple of nights alone and she was ready to get out and let off some steam.
She was more than pleased when she actually met Jeff face to face. He was one of the most attractive men she had ever laid eyes on-tall and muscular, with black curly hair and a pronounced cleft in his chin. Kay's immediate impression was that she was in the presence of a movie star, though she knew Jeff worked in an office right downtown.
It made the attractive blonde feel very glamorous to be accompanied by such a handsome date. She realized, as she and Jeff entered the club together, that she really was enjoying being a single girl. It was certainly more exciting than being a wife-with a lot more activity and a lot more variety.
At the moment the loneliness seemed worth the compensations.
She and Jeff were shown to a private room with a low table and cushions and drapes covering one wall. Beneath the drapes there was a ledge, like a window seat. She and Jeff sat on cushions on either side of the table and were served Brantly Alexanders by an attractive Japanese waitress. Then they were left alone.
"Well, how do you like it so far?" Jeff asked her, a wry twinkle in his green eyes.
Kay looked around her. Nice, but certainly nothing risque, nothing suggesting sex or lewdness. There wasn't even a bed. Discreet was probably the best word she could think of.
"It's very nice, but are you sure we didn't drop into a Japanese restaurant by mistake?" She laughed, a gay musical sound heightened by the effects of her drink.
"I'm sure, and I'll show you the best proof of all." Jeff reached over and pulled a cord that opened the drapes. They were looking into a room, bare except for a mat on the floor. Kay could dimly make out windows on the other side of the room, but she could not see through them. She realized they must belong to other cubicles like the one she and Jeff occupied.
The blonde's attention was distracted by a very pretty young woman who walked into the room with a Doberman pinscher at her side. The girl was naked, with long black hair that fell below her waist. She was slender, yet she had full firm tits that stood up proudly, and a taut little ass that was almost boyish in its youthful sensuality.
Without hesitating, the girl fell to her hands and knees on the mat and began to writhe her butt salaciously backward, as though she were asking to be fucked.
Her message was obviously intended for the Doberman who took his cue promptly, mounting up behind the girl and searching obscenely for her cunt with the distended shaft of his long red cock.
Mesmerized by the lewd goings-on in the neighboring room, Kay automatically moved closer to the window, sitting on the ledge beneath and staring fixedly at the glistening red prick that hung between the dog's legs. Jeff came and sat beside her, massaging one full tit through her dress as he, too, watched the lust-inciting fuck-scene through the window.
"What do you think?" he asked her, breathing his words into her ear, sending stimulating lust-darts shooting down her spine to her already moistening cunt.
"Gawd, it's obscene," she replied in a lusty, throaty voice. "I've never seen a woman get fucked by a dog before."
It was true. Though Kay had fucked Sylvia's German shepherd many times now, she had never watched another woman being penetrated by a swollen animal prick. The prospect excited her, and she waited with bated breath for the dog's gleaming cock-head to impale the girl's lewdly proffered pussy.
There was a moment of tension when the animal was obviously straining for his goal, and the girl was trembling with expectant passion, her eyes glazed, her mouth hanging open. Then her face contorted with lustful relish, and Kay knew his tapered prick had entered her gaping cunt.
Just as it always happened with Jet, the big Doberman immediately began to saw his thick hard prick energetically back and forth in the girl's accepting pussy, while she thrust her hips eagerly back to meet his every instroke. By the way her lips were moving, Kay knew the girl was crying aloud her passion, moaning and grunting and encouraging the handsome beast, but no sound penetrated the little cubicle she shared with Jeff.
"Oh, I wish we could hear what she's saying!" Kay exclaimed excitedly. "She looks like she's enjoying it so much."
"Like magic," Jeff answered her, and he reached over and flipped a switch that let the sound of the girl's cries into the room.
"Oh, God, doggie darling! It's wonnnderful! Fuck my pussy! Please fuck me! Oh, God yes! Like that! AAAahhh!" Her eyes closing in ecstasy, the pretty teen-ager concentrated all her energies on responding to the animal's relentless screwing.
Jeff flicked off the switch.
"Does it excite you?" he asked Kay, his hands exploring her boobs more abandonedly now. He could tell she wore no bra underneath her dress, and the knowledge titillated him. He grasped first one and then the other swollen little nipple and pinched it into greater taut excitement. Then his hands began wandering down over her belly. Through her light linen dress he discovered that his date wore no panties either.
Everything Tom Benson had said was obviously true. This blonde beaut was a real sexpot. With no games attached. She was all ready for action.
Kay's staring blue eyes heavy with lust should have been enough to give Jeff his answer. She found herself unable to tear her gaze away from the perverted scene in the other room, but her senses were duly registering every taunting stroke of her date's hands over her lightly clad body. She could feel the moisture building between her legs, running down her thighs, and she squeezed them closer together, anticipating the moment when she would feel her handsome date's cock penetrating her cunt.
"Gawd, look at his big red cock ramming right up into her little pussy. How can a little girl like that take anything so big?" she asked, her words an awe-filled half-whisper.
"A woman can take anything when she's hungry enough for it," her date answered. The big man could feel his cock throbbing mightily inside his slacks, and he was eager for a warm wet place to bury its hardness.
Slowly he got down onto the floor next to the ledge and urged Kay down beside him. He adjusted her position so she was kneeling facing the window, with her elbows resting on the ledge.
"Do you mind if I do a little investigating down here, Kay honey?" he asked, his trembling fingers raising the hem of her skirt and pushing it up over her hips so her round white butt-cheeks were bared lewdly to his avid gaze. "No panties, eh, Kay? Does that mean what I think it means?" His voice was hoarse, suggestive.
"Oh, Gawd, she's enjoying it so much. She loves that wonderful dog-cock in her cunt. Oh, Jeff, my pussy's so excited. I want you to fuck me, darling. Right here. Right now. While I watch that pretty little girl getting fucked by the dog!"
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Jeff could scarcely believe his good fortune. It was one thing to find a woman who would go to a sex club with him on a blind date. But to find that she was so eager to get right down to the fucking was an added bonus. Jeff had a mighty ache in his balls, and he was in no mood for polite preliminaries.
He pulled his prick from his pants and shoved the blunt-headed shaft in along the cleft of her buns, moistening it in the wet juices escaping from her excited pussy.
"Oooohh, feels wonderful," Kay moaned, swaying her ass in aroused acceptance of his obscene probings. "Oh, your cock feels so good between my legs, Jeff. It's so big and thick. Mmmm, I can hardly wait to feel it inside my cunt."
The young blonde was enjoying the sheer lewdness of kneeling in front of a near-stranger's cock, waiting for him to fuck her, while a young woman was getting fucked by a dog just a few feet away. The titillating knowledge that watching the girl turn on to the dog's hard-skewering prick was heightening her own excitement made Kay groan in throaty self-abasement.
"Jee-sus, Jeff, I can hardly stand it. I don't think I've ever been this excited. Ever! God, look at that dog's ramrod prick. What a beauty! And he's fucking her little pink twat so good!"
Listening to her own words reminded Kay of just how far she had come from the shy housewife of a few weeks before. The difference was incredible. And the amount of pleasure she was getting out of life had increased a hundredfold. Just like Sylvia, she was out now to reap all the enjoyment she could harvest.
While she watched the red flash of the dog's pointed cock working in and out of the girl's cunt, Kay relished the hard pressure of her date's cock-head against her moist, ready pussy-mouth.
"Oh, Jeez, yes! That's the way, Jeff honey! Let me have that big prick of yours up inside me! AAAIIEEE!"
Kay was not prepared for the thick invasion that began to shove its way up into her automatically contracting cunt. She had never gotten screwed by a cock this thick. It felt as though it were going to split her in two, so far apart was it forcing the tremulous walls of her pussy.
"Jeez, Jeff, it's so big! Am I supposed to be able to take all of that at once?"
Yet even as she spoke, Kay realized that she could take all of that. That she wanted more than anything to take all of that long thick prick up in her greedy cunt.
"Aaaahhh, God I've never been so filled! Oh, Jeff honey, everything about you is beautiful. Everything. Fuck me, fuck me! Oh, Gawwwwd, yessss!"
Practically delirious with the intense pleasure provoked by that hefty cock inside her pussy, Kay began to wriggle her ass-cheeks enticingly back at the kneeling man. She wanted him to start ramming into her right away. Her whole being was crying out for the taunting stimulation of a good-sized prick fucking in and out of her clasping cunt-walls.
"Christ, woman, you're something else!" Jeff breathed through clenched teeth. "That sweet little cunt of yours is nibbling at my prick just like a calf on its ma's teats."
The big man had to hold her ass forcibly still for a few moments, to brace himself against that first overwhelming onslaught of pleasure as he buried his turgid cock all the way up in her cunt. The excitement was excruciatingly intense, but by summoning up his willpower, Jeff was ready to start a slow fuck-rhythm into the blonde's welcoming snatch.
It only increased Kay's sense of excitement to have her butt held motionless and the slow tentative strokes Jeff made up into her cunt were like a kind of exquisite torture. It practically drove her crazy not to be able to move, to reciprocate the taunting caresses of his prick against her pussy-walls. But the torture heightened the pleasure, and the pretty blonde knew for the first time the kind of delirium that can come from intense passion, intense wanting.
"Jess, darling, I can't tell you how wonderful I feel!" she groaned breathlessly. "My little pussy is tingling like mad, honey. Uuhhh, Gawd, now I understand how people die from feeling good!"
The man felt he was enough in control of the situation now to begin longer, deeper strokes up into the kneeling woman's tight cunt. His motions were sometimes slow, sometimes quicker, sometimes harsh, sometimes feather-gentle. And the results were exactly what Jeff intended.
"Aaahhh, oohhh, so good! Jeff darling, you really know how to fuck, you know that?"
Kay had never been so expertly fucked in her life. She had at last met a man who was intensely alert to the sensual needs of a woman. Jeff knew exactly how to maneuver that fine big cock of his to best advantage, so that he had the woman under him pleading for mercy, begging for more of his lusty loving.
"Uh, do it, do it, do it to meeee!" Kay chanted mindlessly, her dazed eyes still recording the vigorous fucking the young girl was getting from the Doberman pinscher on the other side of the glass.
But somehow now Kay was less infatuated with the dog's big scarlet prick. She was more interested in the thick smooth human cock that was doing such titillating things to her responsive pussy.
Jeff, too, was less interested in what was going on in the next room than he was in the sensual responses of the lovely blonde kneeling in front of him. He had never met a woman as responsive as Kay Brock, and it made his cock throb more excitedly in her cunt to realize just how much she was appreciating his skilled lovemaking.
His greatest pride was his talent for making women feel good.
And his greatest reward was fucking a woman who responded more intensely, more sensuously than all the others.
"Baby, you're beautiful," he told Kay as he watched her toss her blonde hair excitedly around her head, striving to work out the intense feelings of titillation soaring throughout her quaking body.
"Your little twat is hugging my prick like a little honey-pot."
Her naked white ass-cheeks shoved salaciously up in the air, Kay still strove to undulate her ass more freely, to meet Jeff's instrokes with her own energetic movements.
Feeling the erotic intensity in their little cubicle building like flames in a wooden shack, Jeff let go his tight grip on Kay's butt, allowing her to move more freely against him. While he at the same time began to make quicker, more excited lunging strokes up into her clasping cunt. For several moments, neither was aware of anything but their mutual grunts and groans as they worked furiously at intensifying the swelling pace of eroticism they had created.
From time to time they watched the lust-contorted face of the girl in the next room, who was obviously beside herself with the excitement of being fucked by the dog. In her face they saw reflected their own increasingly uncontrolled arousal, and they felt the little darts of frantic fire stabbing at their loins, their bellies, their trembling legs.
"God, woman, you're the best fuck I've ever met. I love your tight little cunt. Jesus, I don't know how much more of this my prick can take!"
"I feel wonderful, too, Jeff lover. You have the most beautiful big cock. Oh, it's good. Yes, like that. Harder, harder! Fuck me! Aaahhh! AAAAHHHH!"
So intent was she on the jolting pleasure sensations soaring throughout her feverishly responsive body, that Kay was actually taken by surprise when the ultimate pleasure struck.
"Oh, oh, oh, Gawd!" she mewled, her eyes wide. "I ... I'm COMMMMINGGGG! OH, JEFF! UHHH! COOMMIINNGGG!!"
Great waves of molten sensation swept from the tips of her clenched toes up to her thoroughly moistened pussy, then on to her heaving tits still encased in the safe covering of her dress. Her bared ass-cheeks drove back at Jeff's loins again and again, jostling him, daring him to join her in the ultimate orgy of climax.
And he did.
Unable to resist her unrestrained erotic movements any longer, Jeff let his boiling jizz shoot out from his heavy balls into the wildly clasping cavern of her cunt.
"Shit, me too! Oh, fuck, it's great! I'm going to drown that beautiful little cunt of yours with my jism!"
Again and again, he thrust his pelvis hard up against her ass-cheeks, giving her every last drop of his viscous fuck-juice. Then when he had no more to give, he fell forward against her, hugging her ass, lightly caressing the soft hood of her clitoris.
When her crisis was over, Kay opened her eyes, only to see that the girl in the next room was collapsed on the mat on the floor. She, too, must have come during the heedless intensity of her and Jeff's climax.
Kay felt very happy, very filled, very content. She reached around and stroked her lover's curls. She felt relaxed. There was no rush to resume the fury of fucking. They'd have the whole night ahead of them when they got to her place.
Moments later, Jeff rose to his feet and glanced at his watch.
"Getting late," he murmured ruefully. "Got to be going, honey. Do you mind driving home yourself?"
Kay was stunned. "What...? Why?"
He smiled sheeplishly.
"You know wives. They're willing to give you so much freedom, but if you take just one teeny bit more, whammo, you're cut off for a month. And because I would like to see you again ... very soon...." he chucked her under the chin...."I am going to be a very good boy and do exactly what wife-ee says."
"You've got a wife?" Kay knew it was absurd to feel so disappointed. Most of the men she went out with were tied to other women. But they usually managed to stay with her at least till three or four in the morning, when she was so tired and fucked-out that she didn't mind, or even notice, spending the rest of the night alone.
Somehow, though, she had gotten the idea from Tom Benson's remarks that Jeff was a bachelor. That was one of the things that had excited her so much about discovering how handsome he was and how much fun to be with.
"Gee, I'm sorry, honey." His eyes expressed real concern. "Didn't you know? I wouldn't have tried to fool you, you know that, don't you?"
"Sure," Kay replied dully as she rose to her feet and smoothed down the bottom of her dress. "I just didn't get Tom's story straight, I guess." She managed a bright smile. "What does it matter anyway? We had a good time together, didn't we?"
Jeff smiled, too.
"You bet we did. And I want it to happen again. Real soon. Just as soon as the boss lets me out."
Jeff walked her to her car, and wrapped her in a long passionate embrace before saying good-bye. For a moment Kay felt a resurgence of her earlier arousal.
But she fought the feeling. She had had her ration for tonight. Her man of the hour had to hurry home to his wife.
As she negotiated the freeway traffic en route home, Kay began to consider again the darker side of being a single girl.
Like the record said, Kay didn't like to sleep alone. But it seemed most of the men her age were chained to other beds, at least as far as the sleeping part was concerned. Despite herself, she resented not having Mel's familiar presence to keep her warm at night.
Gee, it's hard to get everything you want, she thought glumly. What I need is a husband who wants to fuck other women, too-but who wants to sleep with me.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Sylvia was astounded when she opened her front door and found Mel Brock staring her in the face.
"Mel! What a surprise! Come on in."
The younger man looked a little sheepish as he walked into the spacious living room and sat on the edge of the sofa.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything, Sylvia. I was just driving around having a look at the old neighborhood ... and I thought I'd drop by and see how you've been doing."
"Well, I'm glad you did." Sylvia looked flushed and radiant, her red hair brushed back off her face, her at-home gown cut low and sexy. "Tom's out of town tonight on another one of his sales conferences. I was beginning to get bored with my own company. And the wine wasn't helping much. Would you like some?"
"Great. Thank you." Mel seemed to relax a little when it appeared that his wife's best friend was genuinely glad to see him. He sat back more comfortably on the sofa.
Sylvia brought him a glass brimming with red burgundy.
"So," she said, "you miss Kay."
Immediately Mel was on the defensive.
"I didn't say that. But you can't live in a place for four years without getting attached to it."
"And to the people you've spent the four years with-right?"
He looked at her defiantly for a moment and then he dropped his gaze, staring somberly at the already half-empty glass in his hand.
"Okay, so I miss her. It's not that I can't get along without her, you understand. I can. I have to. She and I are just never going to see eye to eye about sex. I had to come face to face with that the last time I saw her. She's just a little too kinky for me."
"Kinky?" Sylvia took Mel's empty glass and refilled it. He took a long swallow before he replied.
"Yeah, right ... kinky. You wouldn't believe some of the things that woman is into."
"Oh, I probably would," Sylvia murmured as she sat next to the nervous young husband on the couch. "Anyway, enough of talking about persons absent. How about you? What have you been doing with yourself?"
Almost as though it were by accident, she let a hand rest on Mel's knee while the other carried her wine-glass to her lips.
Mel looked at the hand on his knee and bit his lip nervously.
"Oh, nothing much. I've been keeping pretty quiet. Playing a lot of golf...."
Sylvia's hand began to stroke gently up and down his thigh.
"What? No women? You must be getting awfully horny."
With each absent caress, her hand reached higher on his thigh, until it was lightly grazing the flaccid cock-bulge in his pants. Mel drained his glass, and reached forward to pour himself a third serving of wine from the bottle on the coffee table.
"Haven't had much time for women," he mumbled, then, after another sip of wine, his courage increased. "It's a little hard to get back into the swinging bachelor life, to tell you the truth, Sylvia. After a few years of marriage, you kind of lose the knack of seducing girls, you know?"
His eyes avoided his hostess, seeking instead the burgundy glow of his glass where the lamplight played shimmering games in the wine.
Sylvia was excited by the possibilities for an evening that had started out so unpromising. She had always thought Mel Brock was a real hunk of he-man, but she hadn't dared think about seducing him while Kay was her best friend, and still not turned on to sex. Now, though, Mel was free, unattached. And Sylvia thought she saw an opportunity both to boost his self-confidence with women, and to possibly broaden his sexual horizons. Maybe Kay's experiment had failed because she was too close to Mel.
Maybe what was needed to open him up was an attractive woman he knew relatively little about. Who was safely attached to someone else. And whose sexual abandon might seem more titillating than that of a wife he had always known as relatively modest and strait-laced.
"I would think a good-looking guy like you would have women beating down the doors trying to get at you."
He smiled drunkenly.
"Just goes to show how wrong a pretty lady can be, Sylvia."
Her big green eyes flirted with him for a moment. She reached out and set her wine glass on the table. Then she turned towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips to his in a long passionate kiss.
The young husband was startled by the suddenness with which he found his mouth locked to Sylvia's, his tongue stabbing in between her lips and dueling tantalizingly with hers. Within seconds, his arms were wrapped around her back and he was drawing her to him, lost in the heady throes of passion after long weeks of abstinence.
Her lips were so soft and yielding, and yet at the same time so wantonly demanding, that he could feel his prick swelling tantalizingly in his pants as he continued to wrap his tongue around hers and make lewd little sucking motions on her tongue-tip with his lips. Despite his knowledge that she was a married woman, he wanted to fuck her.
He felt his cock would explode if he didn't get to fuck Sylvia Benson before he went home tonight.
At last Sylvia broke away from their uninhibited embrace. She rose to her feet and stepped out of her dress, revealing her lushly naked body to Mel's rapt gaze.
Wordlessly his eyes drank in the full contours of her out-thrust tits, her trim little waist and her softly flaring hips. He was obviously impressed, yet at the same time so awestruck that he could only stare and rub a hand lightly over the crotch of his trousers.
"Well, do you like me?" Sylvia asked in a lust-laden voice.
"Like you?" At last he found his voice. "You're the best-looking woman I've ever seen this side of Playboy." Suddenly he looked worried. "But Jee-zuz, Sylvia, you're married. You shouldn't be doing anything like this."
Sylvia dropped to her knees between Mel's legs and drew his hands to her naked swollen boobs.
"Tom and I have an understanding, darling. He's probably fucking some little cutie in Cleveland right this minute. Now, there, don't my tits feel soft, lover? Make them feel good, okay?"
Her lustful gaze seemed to propel the worried young husband into action. He bent his head and began to suck on the rubbery little bud of one nipple, while his fingers caressed the smooth slopes of her tits and tweaked tantalizingly at her other nipple. Then his head switched sides, and he took her other nipple in his mouth, nipping it in a sudden display of his mounting hunger.
Shit, this is crazy, he thought. But who's going to argue with a body like this?
"Aaagghhh, that's wonderful," Sylvia moaned as she continued to kneel in front of him, caressing his hair with her fingertips. She could feel the moisture building in her heating cunt as Mel's attentions to her tits became more and more urgent. Then she felt a finger probe the wiry hair of her pussy and rub salaciously against the swelling nub of her clitoris.
"Oh, Jeezzz, that's fantastic, Mel! Wow, I don't know where you learned your technique, lover, but I practically want to come from feeling your mouth on my tits! Ooohh, and my clit's so hard and excited, too...."
Her lusty encouraging words drove the young husband to a frantic peak of hurried activity. He'd never fucked a woman this beautiful before-except for his wife, of course. But there was something extra tantalizing about having a female he had no legal ties to groping hungrily at his body, as though she couldn't wait for him to fuck her.
Mel probed his fingers boldly into the red thatch of Sylvia's pussy hair and made experimental circles with his fingertips around the soft, slick bud of her half-concealed clitoris. She began to hump her hips forward, offering the whole slit of her cunt to his groping hand.
Jee-zuz, what a hot number! he thought as he eagerly shoved his fingers back along the steadily moistening slit of her pussy.
"Oh that's it, Mel honey! Feel my pussy, lover. God, it feels so good." Sylvia made increasingly uninhibited little hip-thrusts against Mel's hand, searching out more of the delicious erotic sensations teasing at her naked pussy.
"That's a beautiful little cunt you've got, Sylvia baby," Mel remarked hoarsely. "It's all wet already. You sure are one sexy woman."
Sylvia saw her chance to score some points for his ego.
"That's because you're such a sexy man, Mel darling. The minute I saw your face at the front door, I wanted to start raping you. You know, I don't think you even realize how attractive you are. I've always gotten a wet cunt from thinking about making it with you."
"So how come you never tried it before?" he asked. He was feeling bolder now, and one finger found and penetrated her cunt-hole, soaring up inside the rubbery depths and establishing an obscene fucking tempo.
"Because I didn't think Kay would like it. But now that Kay's learned to indulge her own sensuality...."
Mel's finger held still for just a moment inside Sylvia's cunt.
"You mean you know about some of the weird things she's been up to?"
"Weird? What's weird?" Sylvia asked a little scornfully. "Whatever turns you on, me on, anybody on, is okay with me, honey. Life's too short to pass judgments on other people."
Mel's finger was again sawing in and out of the redhead's cunt. Unsummoned, a picture of his wife being fucked by Sylvia's dog flashed before his eyes. He recalled the strange excitement he'd felt as he watched from the hallway, and his fingers automatically began moving faster between Sylvia's cunt-walls.
"Ooohh, that incredible, lover," Sylvia moaned as she tossed her hair back over her shoulders in a gesture of erotic ecstasy. "Your finger is doing such wonderful things to my pussy, Mel."
But Mel'ss attention would not be distracted entirely from the memories of that evening weeks ago.
"It's okay to be liberal, Sylvia, but I still think fucking a dog is weird. Do you mean to tell me you could imagine yourself turning on to something like that?"
Sylvia focused her lust-filled green eyes on Mel, a roguish smile pulling at the corners of her mouth as she stared. When she spoke, her lips moved so slowly, so sensuously, that he couldn't take his eyes off them.
"How do you think my dog got to be so good at what he does, lover?"
Unable to resist the erotic vibrations that flowed so tangibly between him and Sylvia, Mel leaned forward and closed his lips over hers. While his finger squirmed abandonedly inside her cunt and his thumb prodded her clitoris, his tongue dueled greedily with hers, searching out the farthest recesses of her throat. He felt a new throb inside his pants when she began to suck on his tongue in a lewd simulation of fucking. Again and again she pulled his tongue-tip inside the soft moistness of her mouth and sucked on it long and strong. It was as though her mouth were another cunt hungry for his filling cock-tongue.
When at last their mouths parted, Mel felt no further qualms about indulging his long-frustrated sexuality on this incredible sensuous woman.
Overcome with lust, he jammed his finger as far as it would go into her cunt, and smiled hungrily at her as she winced with abandoned enjoyment.
"Oh good, it's so good," she moaned.
"So you fuck dogs, too," he muttered more to himself than to her. Realizing that his wife was not the only neighborhood housewife to indulge in this obscene practice made him feel freer to dwell on its erotic aspects. He had felt turned on when he watched Kay fucking the German shepherd, but he hadn't dared let himself admit that it was a sexy thing to do and watch.
He hadn't been able to shake the sense of how perverted it was for a woman to fuck a dog-or for a man to enjoy watching a woman fuck a dog.
But now, fired with the new knowledge that the beautiful redhead in front of him also enjoyed the perversion of bestiality, it somehow seemed all right-or at least not as bad. Now Mel Brock actually felt a lewd desire to watch Sylvia get screwed by her pet.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
"I love fucking my beautiful big dog," Sylvia groaned as she ground her cunt against Mel's hand, "but I like playing with big strong men, too."
She opened his fly and pulled out the rigid shaft of his hotly pulsing prick. She stared at it admiringly for a moment, watching the ivory cock-head swelling and throbbing in her grip. Then she lowered her head and stabbed her tongue into the little slit in the head, running it lightly back and forth along the whole distended tip, dealing feather-darts of lust to the man's already aroused libido.
"Christ, woman, that's incredible!" Mel grunted as he leaned back against the couch, his whole body going half-rigid as it struggled with the intensity of the pleasure stemming from his obscenely exposed cock. His hand had been forced to desert Sylvia's cunt when she began to suck his cock-the position was just too awkward, and besides, he wanted to concentrate on the feelings ricocheting outward from his turgid prick.
But he had another idea. Another way Sylvia could enjoy fiery sensations in her wet pussy while he responded to her cock-sucking.
Sylvia had Mel's whole swollen cock-head in her mouth now, and she licked and laved it with the loving care a mother cat gives to a new bunch of kittens. She stabbed her tongue at its sensitive tip, then sucked hard and long at the whole rod, coaxing it to greater erection with the pursed pull of her lips.
"Uuuu, Gawd! Oh man, beautiful," Mel groaned. Then he remembered his idea.
"Where's your dog, Sylvia baby? Where's old Jet? Why don't you get him to fuck you while you suck my prick?"
The kneeling redhead was delighted by the younger man's suggestion. Her plan to help Mel feel freer with open sensuality was obviously working. She remembered how Kay had told her Mel had said her performance with Jet was "disgusting". Now here he was suggesting that Sylvia fuck the animal.
Without a doubt, Mel Brock was learning that "disgusting" was strictly in the eye of the beholder.
"Oh, Mel," she moaned excitedly. "What a fantastic idea. I'd love to feel Jet's big hard cock up in my pussy while I suck your beautiful prick. Why don't you call him, Mel? He's out in the kitchen in his doggie-bed."
Mel called the animal's name a couple of times, and the big German shepherd came galloping eagerly in from the kitchen. Recognizing his mistress at once, despite her kneeling position over the neighbor's cock, he closed in on her and ran his tongue eagerly over her upthrust ass-cheeks.
"Oh Jet darling, there you are," Sylvia moaned as she squirmed her ass back to relish the tantalizing feel of his tongue on her bare skin. "Do you want to fuck me, you big beautiful baby, you?"
Jet responded to her words by reaching over and licking her face for a moment while she was looking at him. Then she went back to sucking Mel's cock and the dog continued to investigate the proffered crack of her ass.
She wriggled her ass salaciously and mewled around Mel's cock in her mouth when she felt the dog's cold wet nose stab at her sensitive, moist gash.
"Mmmmm," she moaned. "Goood." She worked her head hungrily up and down over the younger man's upthrust prick, taking his cock-head all the way in to the back of her throat now before moving her mouth reluctantly back out to the tip and then back down. The rhythm was slow but dynamic, and Mel felt his whole body shuddering with the delightful tingling sensations.
"Christ, Sylvia, that's one hell of a mouth you've got there, baby! Shit, beautiful!"
He thrust his hips up a little on every downstroke of her head, forcing his swollen prick as far as it would go into the back of her throat, relishing the lewd titillation as his cock-head grazed the roof of her mouth. Her mouth was incredibly soft, incredibly sensual, like a warm wet tunnel. Mel was sure his ramrod-stiff cock was still growing as it responded to her careful, talented ministrations.
"Ooooohh, aaahh," Sylvia moaned as the dog's cold nose grazed along her fluttering pussy-lips, rousing the juices from the depths of her cunt so they trickled lewdly down the insides of her thighs. The stimulation was incredible, and she felt a lustful intense longing for something long and hard and filling up in her needing cunt.
"Oh, Mel, your cock tastes so good, lover," she said as she looked up at the handsome young man through desire-misted eyes. "My pussy is all wet, I'm so excited. Make Jet fuck me now, Mel. Give him the command. I want you to do it. Just tell him 'up, boy', okay?"
Her shining red head returned to its work over his erect prick, bobbing regularly up and down, delivering the moist pleasure-sensations to his sensitized prick. She even deserted his cock once to gum the flaccid bag of his balls, caressing them with her lips until he moaned aloud.
It excited the inexperienced young husband incredibly to think that he had the power of making that big dog fuck the lovely redhead kneeling before him. He closed his eyes for a moment, relishing his sense of command over the situation, and the darting pleasure pulsing through his saliva-sheathed prick.
He wanted to wait until she couldn't stand the frustration another minute, and he opened his eyes to watch the obscene picture of the dog's muzzle investigating the crack of her butt.
Though it was agony, Sylvia, too, enjoyed the expectant frenzy of waiting for the moment of penetration. Her wet cunt was throbbing like it couldn't stand to be empty another moment, and still no command was given. Still she had to be satisfied with the cold wet nudge of the dog's nose on her asshole and flaring pussy.
"Mmmm, aaahh," she grunted as her mouth worked tirelessly over Mel's prick and her butt swayed lewdly in the air, trying to force the dog's nose harder against her cunt.
At last she could stand it no longer and she looked up at Mel.
"Please, Mel darling. My pussy's on fire. Make him fuck me now."
He couldn't resist the lustful pleading in her big green eyes and, his own prick pulsing in eager anticipation, he gave the dog his order.
At once, as though he, too, had been waiting for the word so he could fuck the lovely kneeling woman, the dog mounted up behind her.
Mel noticed that his cock already hung heavy and ready from its sheath. The man felt a lewd rush of excitement course down his spine as he stared at the dog's handsome big face while the animal tried to find purchase up between Sylvia's thighs. The look of raw animal hunger on the dog's features reminded Mel of the essential primitiveness of sex, and he understood more clearly how, once tuned on, humans could find even dog-fucking exciting.
"Jeez, Sylvia, how does that big dog-prick feel up against your twat?" he asked urgently, ramming Ids cock more quickly in and out of her ovaled lips.
She looked up at him, her face a mask of writhing lust-energy. Her hand replaced her mouth working up and down his prick while she spoke.
"God, it feels terrific, Mel. So hard and heavy and thick. My pussy's just dying! Aaahh! AARRGGGHHHH! He found it, Mel! He found it! He's fucking me! OoooooOOHHH!"
He saw the mindless ecstasy on her face, then she dropped her head back to his cock and sucked her fingers continuing to follow the rhythm of her mouth, so he enjoyed a double stroking movement over his excitement-dilated tool.
The ravenous pull of her mouth on his throbbing prick told him just how frantically she was responding to the animal's hard-driving cock ramming in and out of her receptive cunt.
Mel felt his own arousal heightening as he stared at the mindless concentration on the animal's face as his loins worked rhythmically back and forth, in and out of the subserviently kneeling redhead's pussy. He could feel the dog's rhythm transmitted to him as Sylvia matched her bobbing motions over his cock to the pummeling thrusts she was getting from Jet.
Each time the dog's long prick rammed up into her cunt she was thrown forward slightly, so Mel's cock soared up into her mouth all the way to the back of her throat. Then as the dog pulled out, she followed him with her butt, seeking out more of the rough skewering and at the same time drawing her head back from Mel's cock, until only the tip was still safely ensconced inside her wetly caressing mouth.
"Gawd, woman, what a sweet little mouth you've got. Shit, I don't think my prick's ever been this hard. Uuuhh, jee-zuz, do it! Suck my cock, you beautiful horny bitch you! Oh, Gawwwd!"
It was Mel's turn to close his eyes in mindless ecstasy as Sylvia established a particularly hard-sucking rhythm over his stiffly distended cock. He could already feel ominous signals somewhere deep in his guts that warned of the cataclysm to come, and he thrust his hips up to the woman's laboring face with new vigor.
The lewdly coupled threesome began to pant and grunt and wriggle in the building paroxysm of lust, neither of the two humans saying a word, all concentrating on the sensual feelings swelling their beings with erotic titillation.
The dog's fucking movements became quicker and quicker, which in turn made Sylvia's sucking motions faster and Mel's responses more intense, more uncontrolled.
He forced her head down hard over his prick until the last of his gushing orgasm was done, until all his welling cum was safely stowed in her belly. Then he watched fascinated as the dog's fucking motion became rivet-gun quick, and he realized the animal was getting his rocks off, too.
"He's coming in me!" Sylvia wailed, then her face seemed to shatter with the geyser-flood of her own release and she howled, "Oh, me, too, Mel!
Oh it's so gooood! Oh, I love having both my darlings' cum inside me. AaaaAAAHHH!!"
Her green eyes were like saucers as she wriggled back against the dog's loins, forcing out the last of her orgasm, grinding her sated cunt against his furry belly until the last of her strength ran out.
In the hazy twilight of his spent lust, Mel began to feel vaguely uneasy, like a man who's supposed to feel guilty about something, but he can't remember what. Then he realized he was probably feeling strange about just having had the orgasm of a lifetime while the neighbor lady sucked his cock and her dog fucked her welcoming cunt.
He knew he should feel guilty as hell. Another man's wife. A dog. Jeez!
But strangely enough, he didn't feel guilty. He felt damned satisfied, and downright pleased about having shaken loose of some of his old puritan ethics.
That was dynamite, honey," he told Sylvia. "You're really a sexy lady. You sure as hell turn me on. Do you think if I stick around a while we could fuck?"
Sylvia was enjoying a self-righteous sense of victory. She felt she had just struck the first crucial blow toward winning another convert to the swinging life of sensuality. Maybe there would be hope for Kay and Mel yet.
"Sounds like a wonderful idea, darling," she purred. "Your cock is so beautiful. I loved it in my mouth, but I bet it feels even better in my cunt."
Mel stayed the night with Sylvia. They fucked and sucked and talked and drank. The young husband felt like a new man by the time he was ready to head for work the next morning.
"Still feeling your wife is too weird for you?" Sylvia asked him as she opened the front door and held her face up to be kissed.
Mel gave her a long hard kiss on the mouth, then held her face in his hands when he spoke to her.
"I'm learning I'm just as weird as my wife. I'm also learning maybe weird isn't the right word. Like you said, whatever turns us humans on has got to be okay." His voice lost its bantering tone, became more serious.
"I'm just sorry I was so rotten to Kay before I left. It would take one hell of a woman to forgive all that."
Sylvia smiled at him. "I happen to think your wife is one hell of a woman. I love her like a sister ... and a mother and a lover...."
Mel laughed ruefully.
"I've still got some things to learn about you women," he said. "But I've learned one thing. I want you in my life. Both of you."
"I think that could be arranged," Sylvia replied. She felt like the good fairy as she watched Mel's car disappear down the road. All of a sudden it looked like closed doors were about to be reopened.
The question was: How?
CHAPTER TWENTY
Kay went over to Tom and Sylvia's well-stocked bar in search of another drink.
The party was well under way. Everywhere couples were laughing and talking and kissing and groping at each other's clothes. It was a little early to get down to the serious fucking yet, but Kay realized it was only a matter of time.
The pretty blonde was trying hard to enjoy herself. She had been in a blue fit of loneliness all week and it was good to have people around. The problem, she realized as she surveyed the scene around her, was that not one of the people was her own special person.
Sure, they were all her friends, but when the party was over, she'd still be going home alone while everyone else paired off.
She had been thinking about Mel all week, wondering where they had gone wrong, when they had quit communicating. They'd been so much in love at first.
"Hi, sexy. Can I get you a drink?"
She turned around in surprise. It was Jeff.
"Hi, Jeff," she greeted him. She hadn't had a chance to talk to him all evening, and she was glad he had come over to talk to her. The thought of fucking him tonight cheered her up at once. "It's been a long time, handsome. I've been hoping to hear from you."
He smiled ruefully as he freshened up their drinks. "The wife's been acting a little funny lately," he said. "Demanding all my time. And I can't very well tell her to go to hell, can I? After all, she is my wife."
He looked into her eyes as he handed her her drink. It was obviously important to him that she understand the spot he was in.
At the moment Kay was willing to forgive those big green eyes anything. Her pussy-lips began to throb yearningly as she imagined being impaled by his huge prick.
"Sure," she said gaily. "The important thing is the present-right? And there's no time like the present for making up for lost time." She laughed at her own weak joke. The wine and her building excitement made her want to laugh at any pretext. It felt good.
"Excuse me," a cold female voice interrupted. "Jeff, can I talk to you for a minute, darling?"
The smile faded from Jeff's lips, and Kay turned to look for the source of his obvious embarrassment. A dark, pretty woman who she knew was Jeff's wife was standing impatiently behind her. She scarcely looked at Kay, and when she did, her smile was colder than her voice.
"Jeff?" she repeated, her tone making it clear that she did not want to have to ask again.
"Okay, right, coming, honey," Jeff replied after a short, indecisive silence. "I'm coming. I'll talk to you later, Kay." He brushed her hand lightly as he went by.
Kay felt a sudden intense urge to cry, though she didn't dare. Nothing like a woman in tears to put a damper on an orgy. She contained her tears but the ache inside throbbed on.
She knew what the trouble was. It was okay to come to a swap party and swap mates, but if you were pretty and unattached, like she was, that automatically made you every wife's enemy. Enlightened enough to swing they might be, but enlightened enough to risk losing their husbands to another woman they definitely were not.
Though she wasn't yet divorced-she hadn't even had the courage to file for a legal separation yet-Kay was already marked with the stigma of the divorced woman. To the men you were an easy target. To the women, a Jezebel just waiting to sink her fangs into somebody else's husband.
No wife could ever believe an unattached woman wasn't looking to be attached.
And in her own case they were right, Kay thought dismally. She was sick of being alone and lonely. She wanted to be a wife again.
Maybe I should try to call Mel. The thought flitted through her mind and was dismissed. That's no good. She sighed. He hates me because I'm a sex pervert. Why can't he accept that I just like a lot of sex, that's all? I don't think I'm that different from most other women.
Glass in hand, she wandered amongst the bodies that were sitting and lying on cushions on the floor. Many of the guests were naked now, and the petting was getting much more intense. She looked over to where her friend Sylvia was getting fucked from behind by the ownfer of the local flower shop.
She smiled. Good old Sylvia. Always the first one to get it on at a party. At least Sylvia was her true friend. Although it occurred to Kay for the first time that Sylvia had never offered to let Tom come over to keep her company when she was lonely. Jet, yes. Tom, no.
Kay walked over to where a well-built older man was kneeling on the rug eating a woman's pussy. Another, younger blonde woman was lying with her head under the man's swaying cock, playing with it with her tongue and her hands.
The lonely Kay found the blonde's body appealingly attractive. It was so slender and half-formed-looking, like a teen-ager's.
At once Kay made a decision about where she fitted into this party. Draining her glass, she set it on the mantelpiece and began stripping off her clothes.
When she was naked, she crouched down and gently moved the blonde's legs farther apart so there was room for her to kneel between them. The girl looked down at Kay. for a moment, her eyes startled and a little afraid. Then she smiled shyly.
She is awfully young, Kay thought with a slight pang of alarm. What's she doing at a party like this at her age?
The older woman felt immediately protective toward the other, but at the same time increasingly lustful.
"Don't worry, darling," she whispered. "I won't hurt you. I just think you're so beautiful, and I want to make you feel good. Do you mind?"
"No," the girl replied in a voice that was almost a whisper. "I think you're very beautiful, too." Then her head dropped back under the man's loins and he began to pump his swollen prick slowly in and out of her willingly proffered mouth.
Her whole body trembling with excitement at the daring lewdness of her behavior, Kay began to run her hands lightly over the girl's tits and belly and thighs, gradually increasing the firmness of her touch, gradually letting her gropings become more pronouncedly sexual.
She couldn't believe how smooth and soft the other woman's skin was, her belly in particular. She bent her head forward and darted her tongue into the appealing indentation of the girl's navel, prodding it with quick lustful tongue-strokes.
At the same time she grasped one of the girl's boobs in either hand, and began to tweak and pull at the nipples. Her breasts were so small, they were like small wild apples in Kay's hands and she felt the maternal feelings provoked by the other's youth quickening in her own breast.
And in her pussy. She could feel the juices of desire beginning to flow from between her pussy-lips, moistening her slit with its liquid heat.
If anyone had asked, she wouldn't have been able to describe the lustful feelings coursing through her naked body. It wasn't the crying need to be fucked that she felt with a man. It was something else. A need to be touched. To be close and warm and cherished. To feel loved.
Her tongue deserted the girl's navel and climbed higher to the hard swell of one nubile tittie and she began to suck hungrily at the long nipple. She felt a wonderful sense of satisfaction to note that the girl's nipple was growing harder in her mouth. She was obviously enjoying what Kay was doing to her!
The pretty housewife was gratified by her first small success at this, her first lesbian seduction.
Whenever she had made love to Sylvia, it was always the redhead who was the aggressor. Now Kay was struggling with the task of seducing another woman, of convincing her that the lovemaking she wanted to give was worth receiving.
"Mmmm, my titties feel so good," she heard the girl moan, and the excitement flowed wetter between her cunt-lips.
"Oh, I'm so glad you like it, darling," she whispered. "I love the feel of them in my mouth. They're such beautiful little tits."
Egged on by her own salacious arousal, Kay began to suck on the other pert responsive nipple, sucking it until it, too, stood up firm and proud above the girl's softly heaving chest.
Then her hand moved timidly down towards the blonde thatch of the girl's pussy, and Kay was surprised to discover how soft her twat hair was. Like silk. Not stiff and bristly at all. Her fingers began to probe at the yielding softness of the girl's cunt, uncovering the slick peak of her tiny clitoris.
She began to rub it lightly, worrying it into quick, taut erection.
"Ooohh, your hands feel so soft and good on my clit," the girl mewled, her hips jerking up a little in pursuit of more of Kay's experimental caresses.
Kay could feel her pussy-slit getting wetter as the girl responded more and more openly to Kay's fingers.
"You have such a soft little pussy, sweetie. I just love it," Kay groaned lustfully, and before she knew it her mouth had traveled back down over ' the girl's belly and was investigating her downy pussy hair.
While her hands held the girl's pussy-lips slightly apart, Kay sought out her swollen little clitoris with her mouth and began to suck softly on the responsive nubbin until she could feel it growing between her lips. Then her tongue-tip began to prod at the tiny peak and circle it lasciviously, drawing from its distended hardness new provocative sensations that were confirmed by the girl's abandoned groans above her and the increasingly uninhibited sway of her hips.
Kay took time out for a quick look up at the girl, and found that she was sucking the man's cock with feverish excitement, her hand clasping the base and guiding it down and up over her head with rhythmic insistence.
"Mmmmm, oooaaahhh!" the younger woman was wailing around the steadily sawing cock, and her hips jerked up in eager search of Kay's mouth.
Inspired by the lustful sight she had just witnessed, Kay dropped her head back down to the girl's cunt and began to make long greedy swipes of her tongue up from the other's tight-puckered bung to her cunt-hole to her swollen clitoris. The taste of the girl's pussy-juice was salty but appealing, and Kay lapped it up hungrily as it continued to spurt from her eager cunt.
Making a little spear with her tongue, Kay jabbed it into the clasping hole of the girl's cunt, reveling in her sudden responsive mewls around the man's cock as the lust-darts ricocheting throughout her young body hit their mark.
"Oh, God, my cunt's never felt this wonderful! You're a beautiful, beautiful woman." The girl took time out from her cock-sucking to compliment Kay, and then once again the only sounds she made were slurps and groans and moans.
The girl's praise drove the older blonde to new heights of frantic activity between her legs. While her finger moved tauntingly in and out of the girl's pussy, her mouth sucked and lapped at the fragile pink folds of her outer cunt-lips. She was so overwhelmed by her own electric-charged feelings of sensuality that she scarcely noticed at first when someone began to plant feather-light kisses on all her lust-attuned nerve-endings.
She realized that whoever was touching her was an incredibly sensual person and she quivered in eager anticipation of what her unseen lover might do next. She enjoyed the mystery of not knowing whose mouth was giving her such feather-touch pleasure, and she continued to work between the blonde's pussy-lips while her own body gloried in this new sex-game.
Kay's whole being quaked with joy when she felt the titillating feel of the kisses replaced by the light sawing motion of a hard cock shoved in between her thighs.
Oh, good, my lover's a man, she thought excitedly and she groaned aloud to show her arousal. How I need to get fucked right now!
She could feel her pussy-lips flaring in eager acceptance of that stiff tantalizing cock-presence, and she knew the cock must be already gleaming with her moisture. The thought only made her more anxious to be penetrated. Her whole body screamed for a swollen filling hardness deep up in her cunt.
"Oh, Gawd yesss, fuck me!" she moaned into the glistening wetness of the pink pussy before her. "I want it so much. Please, whoever you are, fuck meeee!"
She was delighted to discover that her mystery lover was only too anxious to oblige, and at once she felt the hard blunt pressure of cock-head against her swollen cunt-lips.
She could feel her whole body quavering with the intensity of her need.
"Please, shove it into me," she moaned. "It feels so good! Ahhhh, Gaw-w-wd, yessss! That's it!"
She felt a sudden relaxation course through her whole body when the turgid prick finally surged up into her wet waiting cunt. Immediately she began to wriggle her hips back to meet the lusty invasion, gauging her tempo to meet his, demanding by her actions a hard, ruthless fuck. This was no time for slow, romantic experimentation.
Right now she wanted the good old in-and-out-long and hard and thorough.
"Jee-zuz," she grunted, "it's beautiful. Beautiful!"
Her body gave itself up to the maddening rhythm of hard passionate fucking, though her mouth continued to work attentively over the blonde girl's pussy. Her finger sawed into her woman lover's seeping pussy in time to the harsh rhythmic fucking she was getting from behind. At the same time her mouth roamed methodically over the teen-ager's tremulous cunt-slit, dealing quick moist jabs of pleasure to clitoris, cunt-flanges and sphincter with random spurts of lust.
"Oh, my little pussy feels so good!" the blonde girl wailed around the filling cock-presence working tirelessly between her pursed lips. "You're a wonderful lover, darling!"
Kay was in seventh heaven. After her sense of disappointment earlier in the evening, it was pure joy to feel wanted and needed and appreciated. Although both her present lovers were strangers to her, she felt irretrievably fused to them by the heated pleasure of their abandoned, spontaneous lovemaking. It was so good to be loved, even by strangers.
"I love your pussy, sweetie," Kay groaned deliriously. "And it feels so fine to be getting fucked while I eat you. My whole body's trembling like crazy. Ahhh, that's it," she encouraged her male lover behind, "fuck me, fuck me! It's soobo good!"
Obviously thoroughly aroused by her uninhibited responses, the man shoved his cock relentlessly back and forth in her wet welcoming cunt. His hands gripped her gyrating hips fiercely so his prick could zero in on her dilating cunt-hole with each powerful instroke.
The tempo kept building, building, until Kay felt like nothing more than a rag doll being buffeted wantonly back and forth between her two lovers while her lips and fingers worked tirelessly in the girl's pussy-slit.
Only unlike a rag doll, she had flesh-and-blood feelings, and they were driving her to unsuspected peaks of erotic abandon with every jolt of the man's thick filling cock.
"Oh, Gawd, it's so good, so good! I love it!" she chanted hypnotically while her fingertip stabbed lewdly at the girl's tightly puckered asshole. "Oooh, aaaahhh, jeez, I'm going insane! It's driving me ... ARRRGGHHH!"
Kay's words were blasted to an incoherent series of moans and grunts as the unknown man's prick picked up its salacious pace and began ramming into her cunt with the fury of a charging bull.
All thoughts, all sensations were reduced for Kay to fiery erotic energy as she concentrated on the taunting flames of lust that were burning on short fuses at every one of her excited nerve-endings. She realized dimly the girl, too, was riding on a high plane of pure stimulation, for her cunt was humping uncontrollably against Kay's face.
"Oh, it's good, it's so ... Oh shit, oh piss, oh fuck, I'm commMMINGGG!" the teen-ager wailed and she ground her tight pussy salaciously against Kay's face and fingers.
Knowing that she had made the young beauty come filled Kay with a strong perverse sense of lusty excitement and she ground her ass-cheeks furiously back against the hard-driving cock until she, too, was working out the soaring pleasure-arrows of her orgasm.
"Oh, jee-zuz, beautiful lovers! I'm coming, too! Oh, wonderful, beautiful! I love it! I love fucking so much!"
Even as the hot heady tides of pleasure swept over her, Kay could feel the warm flood of her male lover's orgasm inundating her clutching cunt. The only sound he made was an agonized grunt, but she could tell even from that that he was flying as high as she was.
"Aaaagghh!" the male voice chanted as jet after jet of his warm thick cum flooded her cunt and her senses.
Kay's pleasure was complete. In the glowy euphoria of her release she even thought that male voice sounded familiar. It would be fun to find out if it was one of her lovers or somebody new.
Lazily she rolled over the girl's leg and looked up at the man who had given her such a resounding climax.
Her blue eyes grew big as saucers when she recognized her mystery man.
"Mel!" His name exploded from her mouth almost simultaneously with the tears that gushed from her eyes.
As though there had never been any doubt, any bitterness between them, she threw herself into his arms and buried her face in his muscular neck.
"Oh, Mel, that was so good. I love you so much," she managed to sob out.
"I love you, too, honey. And I think I'm even beginning to understand you some."
They remained wordlessly locked together for several long minutes, enjoying the closeness and accepting warmth of each other.
They felt like travelers from strange lands who had just come home again. The sense of joy and relief was overpowering.
Sylvia was busily stroking the flaccid cock of a handsome young man barely out of his teens, when someone tapped her on the shoulder.
Kay and Mel were standing over her, fully clothed, obviously ready to leave the party.
"So," she grinned warmly, "you guys managed to find each other. You're leaving already?"
"Yes, Mel and I have a lot of things to talk over."
It pleased her friend to see the soft glow of happiness on the younger woman's face. Wearing a genuine smile made Kay even more beautiful than usual.
"Well, I guess we'll see you soon," Sylvia said.
"Not until we get back from our second honeymoon," Mel told her. "But I sure hope you invite us to your next party, Sylvia."
"You'll be at the top of my list. Both" of you. And I don't see any reason why the four of us shouldn't get together some time."
As Kay bid her friend a final good-bye, she felt the tears of happiness again welling to her eyes.
Life was so exciting, so full of possibilities-when both partners learned to accept and expand each other's sexual horizons. Kay had never been happier in her life.
